Emma squeezes into the death car.<span style="color: blue"> "Don't mind me.." </span>she pipes up , leaving Annabelle in her lap.  She wasn't nervous so much as she was simply....loath to deal with anything even slightly pertaining to her past. Fear was something she didn't really understand,  One either did something or they didn't..they wanted to. Or they did not.  She ...didn't want to deal with her past..ergo...this was about as fun as running through a cornfield backwards...while naked.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"So...is there a signal that...says 'Hey scar-bitch...blow the fuck out of this!' ? Or..should I just wing it?" </span>She chirps in the backseat..it's too quiet in this car...<br/><br/><br/>She hates how quiet it is.  She beams widly and looks around the car .<span style="color: blue">"Everyone is hugging....."</span><br/><br/>They weren't .  The tension actually felt...thick as it hung in the air, but..maybe the group just ..needed someone to roll their eyes at and dislike..Emma could do that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>