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"Hey there, sleepyhead." A sigh of relief escaped Emmy's lips when Ash at last opened his eyes, and she greeted him with a small smile. She waited until he reoriented himself, then trailed after him as he made his way to sit on the bed, watching him curiously all the while. With her currently abnormal hypersensitivity to emotions, it wasn't difficult to see that Ash was practically radiating with anxiety. Like he was getting ready to divulge some top secret evil plans with her. She actually thought that's what he was going to do, especially after he just prefaced what he was going to say with a [i]don't-tell-anyone-else[/i] warning, and for that split second, she had been wide-eyed with excitement. 

Emmy was slightly disappointed when that turned out not to be the case, but a fresh wave of curiosity overcame her after Ash told her about his eye. She stared openly at Ash's face, awe-struck. She'd always wondered what the boy's reasons were for covering his face, but he wouldn't tell her, no matter how much she'd pestered him. Eventually, she decided he just wanted to appear dark and mysterious for Sloth, and left it at that. A hint of enigma did have its appeal, after all. 

"Oh," was all she could say in response, so mesmerized she'd forgotten to say some words of reassurance, like she normally would whenever she knew someone was feeling anxious. Instead, Emmy was about to reach out, unable to quell the urge to run her thumb across his closed empty eye (what would it feel like, she wondered). But then Ash suddenly stopped talking. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he put a hand on her shoulder, and she found that she didn't to ask him anymore. Somehow, she knew. 

After that, Ash rushed out and headed downstairs, though not before telling her to stay put. Emmy tried her best to do so, she really did. She felt the same foreboding sensation he probably did, given how panicked he was, and even she knew she was better off in his safe room. Dejectedly, she sat back down on his bed, pulled out her phone, and started sifting through her contacts. Ash said he lost his replica during the explosion, didn't he? She scrolled through the hundreds of names in her phone to pass the time, keeping a list of those who wouldn't mind giving up one of theirs if she just asked (which was surprisingly more than a handful). It didn't take long before she got bored, and she ended up walking circuits around the room.

It was a miracle that she even lasted five minutes. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she could tell based on the number of expletives yelled out that it was something very interesting. At first, she figured it was only Sam causing the commotion. Maybe he was testing new ways to hurt himself? That was totally what she'd do if she found out she had super healing powers. But the more the others yelled, the more she was convinced there was more to it than that. Emmy summoned the last of her self-control, but it didn't take. She needed to know. Now.

[i]M'kay, that should be enough waiting,[/i] she thought as she made for the door. Equal parts curious and excited, Emmy was practically bounding down the stairs and to the living room. By the time she rejoined her fellow Sins, Sam had just finished a rousing speech that made her grin and swell with pride, no pun intended. She looked at Ash, seemingly dead set on visiting Sloth in her room but not moving, then to Angel who had a strange shield on his arm, and followed their line of sight. Was the intruder so menacing that they're gaping at him like that?

"Soo~ who's stupid enough to break in our… 'den'…" 

Emmy faltered when she finally realized that intruder wasn't what she assumed. She thought it would be a giant, muscle-bound, bald man, but she was clearly off the mark. The shadow-like creature Sam was attacking wasn't even human. Instead, it looked like it was made from the same black substance as the explosion. Every anomaly seemed to be harkening back to that explosion, strangely enough. She knew this was a legitimate threat—Sam wouldn't be going all out on the creature's ass otherwise— but she couldn't help but admire the creature a little. Straight out of a comic book. Just like Sam's healing abilities… oh.

"Did your superpower go haywire, Sam?" she asked arbitrarily as Sam went for the creature's throat. She has a habit of focusing on the wrong things sometimes.