It was possibly the most annoying thing about a power that wasn't completely physical. Training wasn't exactly specific. Had Emilie wanted to train her power, moving over to the rifle range was possibly the only option. Instead, she walked slowly around the mansion. She felt like she'd betrayed her friend and workmate, however, she would get him into this place if it took her far too long. The man wasn't super in anyway although his talents with his fists and his bow had passed beyond superior; under his wing, it had only taken Emilie seven months to bring her talents up to scratch enough to bring a bow into combat. The more she thought about him, however, the more lonely she felt. Three months it had taken her to settle in completely. New members had arrived since her own arrival and there was already a fair amount here. She'd spotted the woman who was clearly FBI, and taken to avoiding her. Her hands were already too red, the local authorities knew of her actions and had so far said nothing. Of course there was the unwritten ruling of if she was caught, arrest would be clear.

The woman fumbled with her jacket and moved slowly down the hallways and into the gardens. It was peaceful enough there, besides, it gave her time to think alone. Not that there was much to really think about. The brunette moved slowly out of the maze style paths and traced a hand along the edges of the dense leaves. She wouldn't notice the pain if something caught her fingers and ripped open the skin. As expected, something did. Emilie left the gardens and moved back inside the mansion. During her walk, she'd already noticed the build up of people within the Rec Room, or so it had been named. A stupid tool to make them all learn to become friends and work together. Emilie couldn't help but feel Big Brother lurked within those walls.. She slipped her hands into her jacket pocket, toying with a component piece she'd found not some days before. She knew whose it was and was sure he'd probably either be found in that room, especially considering the choice of places he could go were limited. 

She fixed her thigh holster and fixed the rip in her skin. Some moments later, she pushed open the thick wooden door and moved into the room which was already quite full. 
[b]"Here. You dropped this on Tuesday."[/b] Emilie motioned, handing Del the piece she'd spotted in the lower hallways. Her eyes moved over to the others that were in the room, turning her back to the woman who always seemed to glow in FBI stature and body language.