Emma beams...that smirk has come to be a comfort already.<span style="color: blue">"I could tell by the shrill 'yammr yammer yammer' outside the door." </span><br/><br/>The convicts shoulders roll, stretching as they wait for the door to open.  Emma runs a hand over her mohawk, it goes flat under her hand and bounces back up. She looks nervous.<span style="color: blue">"I do have some things to talk to you about...maybe after the meeting?"  </span>She laughs now, nervous. This could still go poorly.<span style="color: blue">" Won't keep you all night..know a sexy young thing like you needs her beauty sleep, I wouldn't dream of robbing ya' of that." </span><br/><br/>Shes trying to get a rise out of the ghoul. She knows she could cross the line, but ...there was a limb. And she was out on it.<br/><br/>She is visibly uncomfortable at the mention of the 'acid bath'.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>