The truth was Emma would have inquired about leaving as well. The only thing that stopped her was the burden of a certain feeling of responsibility. Of course that responsibility wasn't one towards the world, her fellow man, or anything as passé that. That was simply not in her nature. She, instead, felt that it fell upon her to look after her fellow so-called 'Star Children'. She wasn't a big fan of the term, but what could she do? They were all young, certainly younger then her, and certainly far too young to be involved in some sort of intergalactic conflict, as smart and powerful as they may be. The youngest wasn't even a teenager- so Emma assumed, since she was, of course, unaware of their actual ages. The small girl was actually 14, but Emma was ignorant to that. Regardless of their ages they did need some sort of figure to watch over them besides the government spooks and the callous bounty hunters that made up whatever organization had picked them up. And so Emma took it upon herself to act as the older sister of the group.
The adults talked of psychic devices and D'nava and tanks and other things that Emma had no care for. She would do what was asked of her, but she wasn't interested in the conflict. She thought it was frankly quite pathetic that the government were asking children to fight their battles for them, even if those children did have otherworldly powers. Her only interest at this point was, once again, making sure that those junior to her were safe. One might think that the safety of the Human race would be among her interests, or perhaps the continuation of her own life, but Emma would be a nihilist to the end.
For the time being the group was ushered into a gym, no doubt with the expectation that they would begin developing their powers. Emma, of course, had no intent of doing such, but now was a good time to get a feel of the children's personalities. She already knew they were smart- allegedly they were all geniuses, herself included, but that was no matter. She was more interested in seeing if the kids were really prepared to be involved in a war. The government agent, Shirley, avoided using the word 'war', likely on purpose, but that's what they were really headed towards. She doubted her own ability to, if it came down to it, kill someone, alien or no. She doubted the children's resolve more, unless there was a sociopath embedded within the group.
Emma first headed to the dressing room. Her clothes were sweaty and dirty after the previous day's excursion. She momentarily considered showering but decided against it. She would use the time to figure out the others. She instead opted for the bag labeled 'Emma', containing gym clothes. Black yoga pants and a white t-shirt that fit a little too well. Of course, with the amount of surveillance she had suffered through it was completely unsurprising that they knew what size clothes she wore but she still did not like it. Her mislike of the situation was compounded by the choice of the oh-so-infamous form-fitting pants that made up her new outfit, but it was no matter, it was time to play the room.
She headed back into the gym and took a step back, examining the others. First her eyes fell upon a brown haired boy who must have been 13 or 14- one Cedric Wessex. He opted for the swimming pool, but his gaze seemed to be drawn elsewhere. She followed the stare to find it landing upon Stefan- the boy who had retrieved her from Cornell. He certainly seemed enamored with the boy, but that may have been coincidence.
Interesting, she noted to herself. She also took note of the young girl, Lexi, whom she thought to be no more than 12. she juggled a weight above her- with her mind. Telekinesis.
Very interesting. She did not take notice of the pair, Kimberly and Conner. Perhaps they had escaped her gaze, or were tied up in another room? (Or had not yet posted.) For the time being she would focus her attention on the young telekinetic.
She approached the girl slowly, not making her interest initially obvious. She first meandered past the treadmills, seeming to be examining the machine. And then she examined the strange crystals lined up in front of the mats, floating in the air. And then, finally, she approached the weights. She took a moment to observe the girl whilst she was juggling the weight. The girl was clearly albinic, a rare affliction marked by her white skin and red eyes, but Emma didn't let it throw her off. Finally she cleared her throat, waving at the girl to make her presence known- lest she surprise her and throw off her concentration, causing the heavy weight to crash down on her.
"Ms. Kingsley, isn't it? At least that's what Shirley called you, if memory serves." Emma moved closer to the girl, bending over slightly so she was eye level with her, smiling warmly. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
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