<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Paris, a public water fountain somewhere near a park<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br/><hr/>Emily thinks a moment, chancing a longer stare from the path ahead than she would ever risk under most circumstances.  "Yes," she smiles and turns away, her eyes glinting just a moment as her mouth takes a curious little quirk.  "I just thought of some things we'll need.  Lead the way-- I never go to the grocery."  She falls in just off to his left, glancing at him occasionally askance as they run.