Ema walked herself over to the wall, and sat down. She had her right knee bent and was resting her hands on it. She watched the man search the shelves, chuckling quietly to herself. She rocked her head side to side, waiting for the door to open. She figured something was up, and saw no reason to exert herself helping anyone out. She simply leaned against the wall, biding her time. "Why are you even looking? It's not like you'll find anything useful to get us out of this room? We should just wait, someone will come for us eventually." Ema didn't know why she believed that, but she had a feeling that they wouldn't be able to get out strictly by themselves. They needed help. Whether or not it was coming though, was a different matter.