Emily transitioned fluidly between expressing concern at Vee's less than optimal condition and rolling her eyes at Nick's sleezery. Fortunately, the professor conspicuously arrived to distract her from the couch proceedings. As he began to explain his next objective for them (after vaguely explaining why he was late), Emily glanced over just in time to see Nick get clobbered in the face by the boxer. She couldn't help but both quietly gasp and hold in a chuckle at the result, being sure to turn back to the professor just as the sleezenugget winked at her.

Listening to the professor and growing more agitated at the commotion occurring near her, she was prepared to shut off all power in the cafe. Fortunately, Heather took care of it first. - and Heather's, Penelope's and Ferghus' opinions on it. She had thoroughly analyzed the situation in a matter of seconds thanks to her newfound "hyperintelligence", as the professor called it, and was ready to work - not to mention get away from McSleeze. To the outward observer it appeared that she hadn't even looked at the tablet at all, let alone pondered at length.

[color=deepskyblue]"I agree, Penelope,"[/color] she said, looking over at the girl and giving a small grin of approval. [color=deepskyblue]"There's no reason the larger group shouldn't go after the larger target. We're all potent, so it doesn't matter who goes where."[/color] She turned her attention to the impassioned Irishman. [color=deepskyblue]"I can find all that,"[/color] she replied simply. Watching him continue his speech, she decided to let out some of the inevitable ensuing awkwardness - they were college students, not comic book characters - with her reply. [color=deepskyblue]"Hey, my life isn't penniless!"[/color] she replied lightheartedly. [color=deepskyblue]"And neither is Vee's, judging by her nice cafe. But I do agree with you."[/color] She gave him an encouraging smile to try to quell his apparent nervousness.