The darker-skinned woman's question caught Emma off guard. Contagious? "Jake... said that the recent evolutions of the F.E.V. were spread through either contaminated water... or... oh, what did he call it? 'Salavitic Intrusion to the Blood'? Something like that... basically, as long as you're not bitten by a Non-Revenant carrier, you should be fine. Something about Revenants makes us unable to pass on the F.E.V., no matter how hard we try." She could understand the Drow's concern. After all, the primary cause of the native American's decimation during the early years of America's settlement was disease brought by the Europeans...<br/><br/>The feeling of the other's woman's hand on her shoulder prompted a smile from the Revenant, but her question brought a frown right after. "You sound just like Jake. 'Some things are best left unanswered, Emma.' and 'Don't ask the question if you really don't want to know the answer'. I understand your concern but... if I don't know who I am... how can I tell what I'll be? I hate not knowing, and it's tearing me up inside..."<br/><br/>Listening to the Drow tell her her age... three hundred?! She barely looked a day over 20. But she could understand how she felt. It must be maddening living for so long. It was kind of how Emma imagined her life was going to be. She'll stay just like this, a photograph, frozen from time.<br/><br/>"Three hundred? Really? Your people live for a while, then?" She nodded. "Aye, as do mine... Jake called it the Polaroid Effect. I'll remain just like I am, frozen in time, and never die by natural means." She gave a weak smile which hid her latent sadness at the thought. "You and I are just like sisters, then. Maybe when this silly tournament is over, you and I can watch Humanity get old and die together, huh?" It was a weak response, filtered from a weak need to find someone to connect to, even if they were from another galaxy or dimension. She settled back in her seat, waiting for the tournament to begin.