There is this is a momentary sinking feeling, her brow furrowing, because those shoes and their kitchen floor have now become the most interesting thing Emma's ever seen.

"Stuff? What could possible happen in Milli -- oh." Her brain caught up with mouth a few seconds too late. On the list of large room, and then apartment rooms. And Michael.

"Oh." She needed another word here. Emma was an adult, and allowed to do these things, right? She opened her mouth, only to close it and swallow. But she couldn't just be quiet. Not if Emma was talking, even if she wasn't sure what to say, think, about that yet.



She flustered on sure she was going to bungle whatever Emma had just implied but not really said. She tried to keep her voice quiet, stumble through the awkward, not sound judgmental. Just understanding. Sometimes things got so big, and so bad, so quickly here and all you could do was hold on to what you could.

"What happened at the mines went that badly?"