Emma had been silent this entire time. The whole..teamwork thing combined with walking directly into the belly of the beast was proving problematic to her mind. Everything had a sense of urgency. Tension.  She hated feeling tense. In fact most of her actions in life were to keep her from feeling tense. It was hard to be tense when you simply didn't give a flying fuck about anyone but yourself. This..however..She was in no immediate danger, nor was she feeling threatened per-say. All in all, she was worried. Why was she feeling so bloody tense? Why was she starting to give a shit if someone like  Jynx got her head blown clean off? Why did she care if the painted bitch stepped on a land mine? Emma was slowly coming to the realization , once forced out of her shell and made to deal with people who weren't comprised of human excrement, she genuinely started to give a shit. This would do her no favors.  Sympathetic people didn't tend to live too long in NCR Correctional, she needed to snap out of this..and fast.<br/><br/>When Emma hears Fanya order them to spread out , she blinks, as if she's woken from her trance.  She nods and takes a few steps to the side, just to the left of Becca.<span style="color: blue">"Well this is the most goddamn fun I've had with my clothes on ever..."</span>she grumbles under her breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>