Itzair rapped lightly on the door. "Yo, Emily, I'm here. Ready to take your friend on a field trip to visit the folks. Make sure you've gone to the bathroom, brought some snacks, and keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times."<br/><br/>When the door opens, it reveals her leaning against the door frame, relaxed as the small mountain she might resemble to some eyes. Her joking is as rough as her voice and nature. But it's not mean-spirited in intent.