Her face twisted in mild confusion, her eyes blinked at Blaine. Her tone reflected that confusion, slight as it sounded, "Why wouldn't they have a chance?" Her mind continued the stream of thought: [i]Do I have resting bitchface? I didn't think I had bitchface...maybe it's the smell of sawdust? Or--[/i]the thoughts were slammed shut, interrupted by a flash that went off in the back of her mind, like a warm 'pop' of emotion and memory. None of which belonged to her. All she saw were the words 'Sunnydale' and 'Hellmouth'; burning and raw in her mind's eye within the flurry of so many blurs of memories and emotions that she knew belonged to Slayer's past. Her eyes fluttered under long, dark, eyelashes, her head tilting just-so away from Blaine as she felt him jerk his hand away. 

A motion so sudden, it opened her eyes, it drew her attention. In time to see the change in his eyes, in his face. It was a pretense of social behavior on Blaine's part, she knew that as soon as he approached. His feet dragged just slightly, his posture was slightly slouched, shoulders forward. He didn't introduce himself, his hand placement safe but didn't read as entirely natural to her--all the things you learned when your "uncle" was a CIA field officer, and the two of you were waiting for your parents in a mall filled with people to read, to be taught how to read. 

Nothing Uncle Wes taught her prepared her for any of this supernatural shit, though.

By the time Blaine offered his weak ass excuse, Emy Vance's eyes were bright, wide, and staring. Her eyes darted to the front of the class, to find their fearless academic leader still absorbed in anything and everything but his own class. [i]God bless public schools.[/i] Without a single second's further hesitation, she took up the placed note and opened it with a single hand. A quick scan, and she handed it to Casey. "Please tell me I don't have to be concerned about your friend, there." Her eyes spoke far more than her words to Casey as she handed him the note, in the long beats of the heart in which she locked eyes with him; concern, a general level of unease, and a hint of the savage defenseness that resembled a spark of what Casey would have seen in her eyes the night before. 

Before her eyes were drawn to the spectacle of Adam, and the jerk from earlier. Something about Adam was familiar to her. Nothing about the boy, himself, but something deeper. The very sense of him, something in regards to his spirit. Something that spoke to all the emotions and memories from Slayer's past and gone that haunted her mind and heart and soul so often. It wasn't easy to stand there and watch Chad Johnson give the kid the hooligan act, like Chad was some street tough and Adam was his dealer bitch. 

This time instead of the warm 'pop' of memory and emotion from lives she never lived, all Emy felt was anger. She felt the muscles in her neck tighten, she felt her arms cross over her body, her posture straighten as she began to size up Chad Johnson in a way she wouldn't have bothered to even when he was all over her. What did she care if Chad was all over her? If he touched her, she'd break him. There was no need for concern on her part. She was never in danger. Nothing bad would happen to her. But if Chad hurt Adam? For a reason she was past imagining in that moment, it bothered her. Like Chad was assaulting one of her own, like he was after a member of her own blood. 

[i]It's not my blood, though.[/i]

"...as if it's not confusing enough being a teenage girl..." A muttering under her breath, as her neck popped with a strong jerk to the left, her arms uncrossing and her body beginning to stir into actual motion. One foot, then--then her eyes were blinking again, and for the second time in the very same class period, Emy Vance swore she was witnessing something beyond the normal nature of the universe. Unless Casper was fucking with Chad Johnson. Her eyes danced; from face to face to face in the classroom as she searched for the cause. Someone capable of something like that could be dangerous, something she'd have to deal with if they used it to hurt someone else, or--

--oh. Her eyes locked on Danny, where they stayed a beat too long after being introduced to Adam. Then they flickered faster than flame, and her lips curled into a smile. "Yeah. Normal. Totally..........when's lunch? Please tell me the food is better than the dinner theater?" She said, her head slightly nodding in Chad's direction.