[b]Emma - House - Monica/Ellis [/b] 

Emma knew one thing - she didn't like this guy. He seemed arrogant... Monica was probably the only the stopping her from shooting him - she'd killed enough people, one more couldn't hurt. When the boy lowered his knife, Emma (though reluctantly) followed suit. She lowered her gun, and let it rest by her hip. She was still ready to put a bullet in him if he came at either one of them. 

She looked at him with as silence settled. He was taller than her, and looked like he could definitely handle himself in a fight. He was also kinda cute... She suddenly became aware of her worn clothes and ratty mess of hair. She kept her face straight, however, and glared at him. 

"What do you want?"