Emlyn had the bathroom occupied, though not exactly in the practical way. The door was wide open, and inside he was stood in front of the mirror, an assortment of little devices and bottles on the counter. He held a curling machine to his head -he always had a little flip to it in the back, his sister had taught him how to do it when he'd decided to grow his hair out. The voices alerted him though, and he turned curious and a tad surprised to see the other girl there. The last teammate? He supposed that made sense, even if she was a little late. 

She was a faunus, which some inner part of him found a bit troubling. He'd never hated them personally, but the older he got the more he learned how expected it was to dislike the other race; and so he painted a bit of disdain for them whenever he was around one among a group of peers. But here, judging off of Auriel's reaction -and really his good guy nature in general- Emlyn figured he wouldn't have to put on that particular mask. 

Auriel mentioned his name, and he gave the girl a slight wave, not wanting to disturb the process going on upon his head. The two already seemed to be knee-deep in conversation anyway, and while he'd normally jump at a chance to introduce himself, he figured it best to just let them have their piece, especially after his and Auriel's talk. So instead he listened, paying attention to the talk of her weapon, a bit relieved to hear that they might get some more "oomph" to their composition.