Emily had, for the most part, been minding her own business. She only half listened to Kacey ripping into Cin. Honestly, she only half cared. Sure, it was always bad to hear her snap at some poor schmuck, particularly when it was one like Cin who'd take it too much to heart. When it was Emily she snapped at she just shrugged and walked away or even chuckled or, in a couple of cases, snapped back. She'd spent her childhood around stern figures snapping at her and between that and the lack of care for her life her selfishness hid she wasn't intimidated by being scolded much. Not that she was scolded at [I]too[/I] much nowadays. Sure, she's a pretty bad person (she'll admit that with ease) but she's loyal enough to her group to follow orders.

Eventually Emily turned to walk away, and even took a couple of steps. She had to get her stuff for the next day collected together. A handkerchief and small bottle of chloroform she pinched a couple of towns back and her small handgun. she did have to be ready if things got messy. However, she lost her chance to collect these objects when Alex caught her attention. Emily gave a slight sigh. For the most part Emily liked Alex, he was straightforward and creative, Emily liked that, but some of the things he did did bug her. Like his obsession with the bloody cups, Emily didn't care about the bloody cups, that's probably how she broke the bloody cups. That and although she was built like a model with her extremely tall height for a woman she wasn't made for her long legs, obvious in the slight clumsiness she held on occasions, even when she was sober.

Inside a voice silently muttered [i]'Shit, he knows'[/i] but Emily just sighed and turned on her heel to face him. Honestly, Emily didn't care if Alex knew it was her but she did have to put her master lying skills to use somewhere, besides, just because she didn't care too much about being scolded doesn't mean she [i]liked[/i] being scolded. "Well, hello to you too Alex," Emily replies, with the usual coy smile that seemed to permanently sit on her lips some days. "Honestly, no. I don't know what happened to the cups and I don't really care. I don't know if you've noticed but I prefer drinkin' from a bottle," Just to prove her point she tugs the cork from her bottle of whiskey and downs a large mouthful before offering he bottle to Alex.