Emma watched the boy come out of his building and yell across the street. He seemed like the extremely paranoid type which wasn't a bad type of person to be in this kind of world, nonetheless she wasn't one of them. By the looks of it, he was only a couple of years older than her and he didn't seem like the psychotic type. He would do. She turned to him, her loose braid bouncing off her shoulder. "I'm just standing around. What gave you the idea I wanted anything from you?"She inquired with a giggle. "Besides, that's no way to greet a lady. Do you see me pointing guns at every person that happens to pass by? " Cautiously, she began to approach him. She took care not to show any threat as she did. Emma did not get much closer but she was close enough for him to take a few steps and shake her hand. She held out her hand, "I'm Emma. Nice to meet you. "