<strong>Name:</strong>Emily Hartwell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Scarlett, whoever<br/><hr/><sub>"Sorry for trying to help,"</sub>Emily mumbles, before straightening to glance back at Jack (and trying to ignore the sharp thing still pointed in her general direction).  "Um, are you sure I'm one of those?  I mean, nobody told me anything about this stuff, but after I first changed it wasn't ever really hard to change when I wanted to.  Or to not if I didn't, either.  You know."<br/><br/>She falls silent as the older woman speaks -- partly because the conversation is winding itself even further into the realm of things she knows nothing about, but mostly because she's not eager to invite more interrogation about...whatever weird ideas these people had about whatever weird thing they thought she was.