Emerson would eventually calm down. She was just a scared little puppy, lost and very much alone. She was in a new city that was proving even stranger by the hour and she was trying to control powers that at one point in her life, she had been forced to suppress. Now, she was asked to practice them. She had lost her boyfriend too. It was just a very rough week and Emerson was having trouble coping with all the new changes. She truly didn't mean to be such a bother to the vampire in front of her, she just didn't know how to calm herself down. She needed a stiff drink, that's what she really needed.
When she mentions that she's never met a vampire before, he seems to take it in stride, saying that he hoped he didn't disappoint. Granted, that was pretty hard to do when she truly didn't know what vampires were like. She'd read the Twilight books and even read Dracula, but both seemed fictionalized. She didn't know how real vampires were. Perhaps she should just shut up and learn.
She offers her name when asked, listening to his explanation of her name: "brave" and "powerful. She sighs. "Well, I certainly don't feel brave...and I feel a little too powerful than I can handle." She shrugs a little bit. Emmy had never really been brave â€" she survived. She did what she had to do to protect herself, but that didn't necessarily mean that she was brave. If given the choice to fight or flight...Emmy would run for the hills nine times out of ten.
He talks about the storm and she's trying to apologize. It may not be something to apologize here for, but from where she was from, creating a storm such as that was illegal. She looks at him curiously when he talks about enjoying learning about the powers of others. "Where I come from...it's illegal to practice your magic. You have to keep your talents hidden. My parents abandoned me when they found out I was a witch." She didn't go into much detain about her parents. But perhaps he might realize that she was not used to showing off her abilities. So many years of brainwashing had her mind all fucked up.
She continues to listen, hearing about how he wouldn't have minded seeing her attacker blown straight off the beach. Even though he might have deserved it for attacking Emmy, Emmy still didn't want to hurt anyone. "He may have deserved it...but I don't want to hurt anyone. I've already done too much damage with my power." Her voice was soft, fading away as she thought of Alex. She had killed him with a tornado much like the one on the beach. She missed him terribly.