Emma walked into the elevator with the men after shaking off the thought of being kidnapped. They seemed legit enough. She shuffled in, standing in the far corner, arms folded. She tried to keep her eyes fixed to the wall of the elevator, but her eyes wandered to the people. She studied the lines of the faces, the colours, everything about them. She was an artist, and this was a habit. She then let her eyes trail over the men in suits, her lips parting slightly as she let her mind drift of into questions again. 


Where were they going?

Did she [i]really [/i]have to be the only girl here?

Did those men know everything about them?

It couldn't be too bad, but...wait...everything?

Emma had never truly believed her mothers death was a car crash, it couldn't of ended that...[i]suddenly[/i]. Maybe they knew what happened to her? Maybe it was just something in her mind making her delusional, but she had an option. Whatever they were here for, whatever they were going to be told to do, to be in trouble for, she had a chance. A chance to unravel the truth. It may of been with a few hipsters, a person as short as her and some men in suits, in a little elevator, but she would ask when she got the chance, away from all the others. 

She didn't think it was the right time to ask names, so she kept herself quiet, arm folded slightly, leaning on the wall of the Elevator and keeping her gaze fixed on anything but anyone.