Emily happened to stroll by Kacey as she made her aimless announcement. Emily's ears attuned to her in interest. She loved going into town; more alcohol to drink and more guys to screw and steal from, Emily 'special skill' she liked to call scull, screw, steal. "Inta town, y'say?" she asks. As soon as she left her former life Emily went through lengths to ensure she'd caught on to the speaking habits of the less formal and less educated crew at times. Even in her adult years and disconnection to her parents she found triumph and amusement in how horrified her mother would be at her new form of speech, even though she only used it half of the time. She clapped her thigh to call over her pitbull who was wandering a few metres behind her, sniffing at the grass. The dog looked up in Emily's direction and gave a bark, before running to her side.

Emily pats Fido's side, stopping herself in front of Kacey and taking a swig from the almost full bottle of whiskey in her other hand. Emily seemed to almost always have an endless stash of alcohol with her. Her part of her condition for what she steals, everything goes to the group except the alcohol, that's hers, but it's not uncommon for her to offer sips to the rest of the gang anyway. "'Ow's the dough lookin'?" she asks, offering the bottle to Kacey for a sip or two. "If ye give m' a night or two I'll 'ave at least a 'undred in either cash or stuff," she offers, shaking the bottle slightly, prompting Kasey to accept or reject the bottle.