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Emily narrowed eyes with the other girl. "Yes, cackling. What else would I have been doing?" The pho-glare increased. Puns. Puns were the lowest form of humour. "That's the best you could come up with, really? Tickled pink." She snorted derisively.

"Those people are lame." Most people were lame. "I mean, as long as you're not going around blinding two thirds of the people you meet I do find it odd that more people aren't interested in you." Although she did admit that initially she didn't want to be disturbed by Skye, that was more an Emily problem than anything that was wrong with Skye.

"Yeah, a lot of my friends are very casual as I said, the ones that aren't tended to fall out of touch." Which she guessed made them casual friends, but she'd thought she'd had a better read on some of them as people.

She studied Skye as her emotions shifted again and nodded gently. "I don't really look at it so much as self improvement as self appreciation."

After a few more moments of pondering Emily's own situation she decided that it was probably a combination of her mildly abrasive personality and people being weirded out that their feelings weren't private around her. So much shame from some people...

"Besides, if people were put off by your powers, or weren't interested in pursuing anything further you're probably better off without them." That was maybe a little more of her own cynicism and a little projecting, but nobody was perfect.

Emily brushed past those old thoughts and smiled to herself, it sort of felt like she'd been closed off to people for a while, and there was something wrong with that picture. Maybe it wasn't just Skye that was being an broody angsty brooder. Although Emily was going to avoid another situation like that last one like the plague, she really ought to open herself up a bit more to people that she could trust, she figured she could with Skye, more or less at the very least.

"Hah, you're pretty much an open book to me." She wasn't 100% certain on how Skye would react by any means, but she was pretty sure that she wouldn't hate or ridicule Emily for being an empath and not advertising it. "I cheat, I'm an empath. But you do bring a new meaning to wearing your heart on your sleeve, in my defence." She admitted.

"You know what?.." Another grin, she was smiling an unusual amount. God she was such a little edgy teenager, she'd never really grown out of that phase apparently. Self reflection was lame. "I think it has been for me too. I've not really done much actual hanging out, or made friends beyond very casual for at least a couple years."

Looking pensive for a moment. "I think hanging out will be good for both of us."

She didn't think she would be surprised, Emily had lived around here for ages at this point and she regularly saw people with those physical mutations like extra limbs or skin tone or whatever, and she did definitely get used to them but Skye was flashier than most people she met. It was funny that her personality suited her power so well. Emily smiled a little inwardly at the thought.

She'd heard people bringing up the idea that powers were suited to the person but she really didn't feel like she suited empathy, she was always complaining about it and resulted in killer headaches.

"I guess you're right, it could be kind of fun..." What colour should she even dye her hair? She was leaning towards purples a little bit. Maybe she could just start with something like some highlights?

Blushing a little more earnestly she shook her head a little. "I wouldn't go that far, I just had encouragement and it's a good hobby for taking my mind off of things around me. I prefer to game but doing that doesn't really work all the time.." Emotions tended to mess that up more than art, maybe it was something about creativity. The blush was mostly because she knew the other girl was sincere about her compliment. Funny how that worked.

A sly grin spread across her lips. "Oh my, I take it back. that is your colour." A little shiver ran up her back, she really enjoyed being around this one in particular. "Now that's not very common" She mused thinking about it. "It's not quite excitement? Resolve? Determination?" Her lips twisted into a pretty wide grin. "It's pretty." She wasn't even looking at Skye, referring to the emotion rather than the colour it caused.

Emily's feelings on her power and guilt were... Complex. On one hand she did sometimes feel like she was invading other's privacy and she'd once been mortified at her mother turning her room upside down after a spat and invading her privacy looking for non existent things. But on the other, it wasn't like she could help it! Why should she have to apologise for having a different sense others didn't.

Should someone with good eyesight apologise to people that had to wear glasses? Most people could work out feelings if they just put some work in... She just had a bit of an edge on most of them.

Emily glanced down again, a little sheepishly. "Yes, I understand."

Another playful smile tugged at her lips. "I suppose that's fair, your pyjama taste doesn't absolutely blow~"

Considering the whole style thing was always odd. Emily didn't really dress to impress others. She always had kind of done her own thing, and to be fair did have a couple of hang ups but most of them were related to familial opinions. Okay, so she did wear makeup but just because she wasn't too fashion concerned didn't mean that she was a crazy person.

"Maybe wait discover what kind of person you really are, then change into a style that you feel comfortable in." She paused, thinking over her next comment. "I think that given your situation you should worry most about making yourself feel comfortable, if your appearance bothers you change it into something that makes you smile when you look in the mirror. Honestly, the happiest people in the world are the ones that learn to love themselves first."

She was leaning a little towards Skye's side of the room now. "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." she added with sincerity.

Why didn't she just tell Skye what her power was? It wasn't like she was the sort to judge her, and Skye almost literally wore her emotions on her sleeve already. How did she bring it up now though? And how did she excuse the covering it up?

Instead she cleared her throat and held out a sketch of a creature for Skye to examine "What do you think?"

Emily was taking regularly little pauses in thought to absentmindedly add to her sketch. She'd discovered a while ago that her art turned out much better when she stayed out of her own head and focused on something else. Whether that was a person, music or a movie turned on the background didn't really seem to matter too much, it gave better results.

Funny, Emily really hadn't expected to want to be friends with this person when she walked in here, but something about her personality and her emotional wavelength (So to speak) made being around her extremely stimulating.

She felt comfortable as the interaction went on. "I'm pretty good at reading situations on all sides, hair colour or no I'd know when to duck." She hesitated before deciding not to say anything too specific. "Hopefully that's not going to happen to you too much if we hang out though, I like to think I'm alright at picking situations that aren't super high stress."

After a beat or two she smirked. "And the ones that are are the fun kind of stress, like karaoke."

Ah, that made sense. Emily was wondering how bright it got until Skye mentioned the flash grenade thing. Not that she'd ever been around a flash grenade when one had gone off. But she imagined it was pretty bright and intense given that they were used to stun people. She couldn't imagine a scenario when she'd be around something like that. 

"College parties are a mixed experience. Maybe you're just not going to the right kind." She'd actually not been to any recently. "Actually I don't think I've been to many this year, I've kind of kept to myself a bit more than usual." Maybe that was was why her power was bothering her so much, she hadn't been giving herself exposure much recently, more than absolutely necessary at least. 

Emily giggled when she felt the subtle shift that coincided completely with Skye's hair shifting colour again. It was the girly-est sound to come out of her lips in probably weeks. The orange light was really cool, Emily felt warm too, though that was most likely because Sky was feeling happy. "Orange suits you." She decided. 

"Honestly it's not even so much an appearance thing, happiness suits you." She grinned. "I have decided, therefore it is." 

Emily nodded. It would probably be pretty fun for Skye to do that, and also it'd be good to spend more time with her, if anything it might give Emily more practice at controlling herself around particularly strong emotions. She did wonder if Skye was always like this, but that was a question for later.

Her lips quirked again. "It's not so much that, it's just the environment." Emily looked down at her drawing and carried on adding to it almost unconsciously for a good second before forcing herself to look back up. Feeling a little frustrated.

It was Skye's next mood shift that shook her out of it. Emily started suddenly and her gaze flickered over to Skye with a mischievous smirk. "So embarrassment mixed with some happiness then?~" She teased.

"And when you're up this late as often as I am it's as much a habit as a necessity, at least I can still be productive while I'm miserable~" She chirped, sprinkling in some classic British humour.

"I'm sorry." She listened to the full explanation and then started a response before pausing, thinking a little more and adding. "I understand, it can be hard sometimes when you're in a state like that." She paused again. "Maybe you just need to try some new things and hang out with some new people, associate fun with different experiences, rather than just the ones you're dwelling on. It's basic conditioning."

Emily's cheeks actually reddened a little at the realisation of what she said. "Sorry, my Psyche is showing. I'll put that away shamefully."