Emmi watched another girl show up, and begin running alongside the first man, making Emmi’s eyes light up. Perhaps this was a race! She smiled and mentally cheered them both on until the man fell and hurt himself. Quickly bringing her hands to her mouth, she wondered if he was okay. He seemed to be frightened by his fellow runner, shoving a knife towards her and making Emmi feel he must be very sad to turn on his friend like that. 

She stood, brushing her shorts off. [b]”Well Oliver, I bid you good day,”[/b] she waved to her turtle friend before walking cautiously up to the forlorn looking man with blood on his face, waving in a friendly fashion to his cohort before tiptoeing closer to the man. After all, she didn’t want a blade pointed at her.

[b]”Excuse me… sir? You seem to be bleeding. I can help with that,”[/b] she announced, not noticing his broken mug he was now distraught over.