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Some laughter and some smiles, that was a good sign. It was an exceedingly good feeling when Emily uplifted somebodies spirits, even more so because she could actually feel the subtle shifts in emotions, although most people that knew Skye well could probably gauge most of that for themselves, she suspected.

"Dear lord, I can imagine. I never would have been let out of the house outside of dark again." She muttered. "Actually I think they would have thrown some kind of parental mutiny if I died my hair at all." And now she was totally thinking about doing just that. Mostly because she'd never done anything like that before, and because it might look cool.

Emily finished her coffee and gently placed it to one side. "As far as interactions go while I'm..." she paused. "At this sort of time, this has definitely been one of my better ones, you're quite interesting actually." The corners of her mouth quirked into a smile. "Is Purple anxiety, or embarrassment? If you don't mind me asking."

She let that hang before replying. "I think I would be up for that. Though if I'm with you a calm setting like this might be better." She added almost unconsciously, thinking of the impact of being with such an emotionally intense person for long.

A snort escaped Emily. A most un-ladylike noise according to her oh so wise mother. "I don't know if most people have that problem. You'd be surprised by how little impact most people's emotions have on one another. Unless they happen to be romantically entangled, or family, or something else similar." she replied with a nod.

Emily actually found it more comfortable when people around her were a little nervous, it usually meant that they were just shy, or worried about something else. It had a different feel to distrust or suspicion, which wasn't what she was getting. Though if Skye had been in a state of emotional turmoil, that might explain a certain level of nerves being around others.

Nodding again. "Fair enough, I was going to suggest some more spots, but if you've got it worked out that's a positive."

Ah, that question. Emily raised her sketchbook a little covering another micro lip bite. "Frisky teenagers make it hard to relax or sleep."

Not even sure why she was feeling kind of apprehensive about mentioning her own power she shifted the subject a little. "Here specifically because it's quiet and ambient, I can get some drawing done and stuff." She lied, sort of.

The girl seemed a little out of it to Emily, her response didn't seem to be a lie though. She didn't know if she could categorise her as relaxed or content necessarily, but it was somewhere in that sphere now. A couple of beats and slow blinks later it registered... The hair HAD changed colour, the explanation made so much sense. Actually, it was pretty fascinating to see a visual representation more than just the way she perceived it.

Emily had once tried to explain it to her dad, and he'd assumed she saw something in those around her, but it was much harder to put into words. If it was all visually displayed like it was with the girl in front of her she could have definitely just closed her eyes. Alas, some things in life weren't meant to be easy.

A bell went off. "Ah." She had heard of this girl, kind of. After another, more thorough visual appraisal Emily decided that they were likely around the same age. "That sounds..." she searched for something that didn't just sound like a platitude. "That sounds like a pain in the arse." she replied sincerely, and emphatically.

Emily shifted a little in her seat so she was now sitting kind of cross legged on the beanie and more directly facing Skye rather than hiding behind a sketchbook. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding on your quiet space, or if my intrusion provoked you running out earlier."

Teenagers. Teenagers were the worst. With their attitudes, and their hormones and their annoying emotions. She should really try and get a place in the city, all to herself, nice and quiet... When did she start disliking teenagers? Was she an adult now, when did that happen? She glanced in the mirror, rising out of her failed attempt to get some sleep in the bed she almost laughed at herself, her pyjamas were adorned with teddy bears with hearts instead of eyes.

Confident in the opinion that she wasn't totally adult and therefore now uncool, a briefly leavened, now dressed Emily was wandering down the halls towards on of the living areas holding a cup of coffee while being gently deafened by music from her noise cancelling headphones. She did her best to ignore the odd person still awake that actually gave her a look. She probably did look a little odd walking around in skinny jeans and a death star shirt in the early hours of the morning, deafening herself with a cup of coffee in one hand and some basic art supplies tucked under the other arm.

The advantage of having lived here for several years was that she'd picked up on the spots that students and staff didn't frequent during certain times of day where she could get a mild reprieve from the maelstrom that was a mansion full of emotional young mutants. She moved towards something akin to a common room, it was pretty dimly lit which was fine, she didn't need too much light to draw just for herself.

As she got to the room she picked up on a particularly intense bundle of feelings and sighed. All of the other rooms she'd gone past had more than one person in, and this room didn't get frequented that late so more people were unlikely to arrive. Maybe this person would leave after a while, or would chill out or whatever. With another sigh she gently turned the handle and slipped inside.

Once when she had explained the gloriousness of a quiet room with both sofas and bean bags to people at University they had scoffed at her for liking bean bags. They were lame. Bean bags were awesome. She glanced sheepishly over at the figure, quietly sliding down onto a beanbag in a corner of the relatively small room, giving her a quick once over before pulling out some pencils and doing her best to ignore the other person's emotional presence.

The problem with listening to music on the way to work was that whenever a song got cut short, it rattled around Emily's brain over and over again for hours to come. The trouble was, she always ended up listening to music with noise cancelling headphones whenever she was going anywhere. It was a habit that she'd developed whenever she had to take the subway anywhere, or ride a bus back to the mansion, really anything where there were a lot of other people in close proximity crammed like canned goods.

People had pointed out to her before that drowning out people's speech probably had very little to no effect on her not picking up on what they were feeling, but the Brit wasn't going to let something like simple logic interfere with her rituals. In fact she was well aware it probably wasn't having any effect on her headaches or stress directly, but she found playing a handheld game or reading a book with obnoxiously loud music while in those situations very soothing and really brought on the zen.

That being said, she now had some bouncy electro-swing stuck in her head that was being hummed as she strolled through the hallways of the mansion. It'd been a little while since this internship situation had started, and she was really grateful for the opportunity. Obviously initially she was a little apprehensive over the whole thing but had quickly warmed up to it. This was definitely a unique opportunity.

Besides, the brief moments she spent around Ms. Taylor-Cervantes were always a nice relief from the never ending pulse of emotions around her, even if most of the time she just got left to doing paperwork or moving around appointments. Emily picked up a stack of files from one of the rooms and made her way over to the office almost walking straight in due to the absence of emotions before stopping herself suddenly in front of the door, just an inch or two from walking straight into it.

Chiding herself silently over forgetting about the adapted thing she knocked on door gently, shifting her stack of papers and blowing some stray strands of her dark hair out of her face.

Malcom found her emotional inflections very interesting, if only because she was still so balanced, and happy at the same time. She barely flickered at all during their conversation from one prevailing mood to another. So when he motioned to hug her, she accepted and he felt the most intense flicker he'd received from her so far, he did a bit of a double take in his head, wandering if he'd done something wrong a for a few moments.

He grinned when they parted hugs, sifting through what he was getting from her much more thoroughly than before. "Don't worry about it." He soothed. "Seriously, there are enough people that are emotionally stunted enough to not recognise their need to cry, it's nice to see when people can physically bleed off some of their bottled up emotions like that." The Brit explained as she recovered from the... Ordeal? Could a hug be considered an ordeal? 

Smiling more he added. "And if someone had walked in, they wouldn't have thought any less of you." He chuckled. "And if they had, I'd have chided the heck out of them, and who around here could possibly resist my startling charisma." 

Standing to his full height, Mal gathered up his phone and gave Cait another quick hug. "Thanks, this really has been fun and awesome, but I'm on shift in 8 hours, and I can already feel myself falling asleep." He said his final goodbyes and yawned as he plodded his way out of the hospital. 

Emily often resolved herself to disliking people based on first impressions, and then from there treated them as such, just from the emotions she picks up from them early. But frustratingly, the teacher was breaking this impulse by actually being kind of interesting, and for no apparent reason she was irritated by this. 

She gently began to pack away the equipment around her. Despite her frustrations, she wanted to explore interactions with this teacher more, and that was easier to do when half her concentration wasn't on a crappy painting that she'd probably ruined. 

Emily blinked a few times at the teacher. She'd never had anybody offer her one on one lessons, mostly she assumed that there were so many students in unique situations that the teachers just tried to treat most of them equally. The empath generally stuck to herself, not interacting with too many other students or teachers, often disconcerted by stray emotions she picked up from them that put her off of talking with them anymore than she had to.

So it was a little... embarrassing to have a teacher showing such interest in her. Her hazel eyes bored into his, staring a little dumb founded, not realising that she'd left his offer of a hand shake hanging in the air for a while. 

She took the hand. "Uhm... I'm Emily." murmured the dazed empath.