Emma scowled at him.  Perhaps if she truly knew who he was, she wouldn't be so free with him.  But as far as she was concerned he was just another man.  As he said she didn't even know him and they needed to move on, her back stiffened in protest, her fists dug into her sides as she stood up.  "I may be merely 17 years of age, but by every account, I am a woman.  And I know how and when someone is ready to move on a wounded leg, I'll have you know.  So don't be trying to boss the physician around, my dear soldier.  I'll not have it!"  She said, stomping one of her small feet on the ground, causing some dust to rise.<br/><br/>But then she bent down, put her things away, placed the basket on her arm and prepared to continue.  Looking at him with a smug face, she said, "NOW, I think we should go."