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He sounded casual. Could casual sound sincere? Could people hide sincerity very well with their voice? She wasn't sure. How could she be? She glanced up into his face, uncertainty flickering across hers. She practically tackled him to the ground in a hug. He was telling the truth. She hugged for what was to most people a little longer than comfortable.

Then stood up and smiled at him. "Thank you." She murmured simply. He was actually kind of sweet. She tilted her head and smirked. He was actually quite relaxing to be around when she wasn't freaking out. "Well, I'm an Empath. So normally I can tell what everyone around me in a fairly large radius is feeling. But when I'm close to you it cuts off, and then when you step away it suddenly floods back. It's a headache." She replied honestly.

Her eyes narrowed, something about the words 'still not told me' rung in her brain for a moment. She punched him in the arm. Now, Emily wasn't exactly a model of upper body strength, in fact she was pretty weak. But it was enough to make her arm sting a little, so his probably would. "Jerk. What did you think was wrong with me? Did it not cross your mind that you had a weird effect on mutants?" She huffed.

Makes a lot of sense? So he DID have some kind of a power suppressing thing going on. Or did he mean that the fact she was acting weird and being sick made a lot of sense because she was a mutant? It was infuriating that she couldn't get any kind of a read on him, because until he said something, and more importantly she believed him she just didn't have anything to go on. She gave off a huff. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

She leaned forwards as he explained, wide eyed and listening. She'd never heard of anything like that. Why had she never heard of anything like that before? She shrugged a little uncomfortably and tilted her head looking at him for a moment. "So- Um. I mean, well it really doesn't bother you that I'm a mutant?" She replied, in a low voice. 

She didn't answer his question just yet. 

Emily was flicking between the t.v and her book on occasion, doing her best to ignore the emotions in the building around her, and more importantly the feeling coming off of the person in the same room as her. She sighed as the commercial about insomnia came on. No her problem was not being awake too late, it was not staying up all night playing video games it was living in a mansion filled with a bunch of overly emotional teenagers.

She forced a smile onto her lips, folded the corner of her page over and turned to face the other girl in the room. Blonde, had to be at least near Emily in age? She was trying really really hard to ignore her power. "No, I could not."

She replied fairly flatly, but when the blonde introduced herself she suppressed a sigh. She supposed that manors didn't need to be forgotten. "Hello Victoria, I'm Emily." The British teen responded, with a little more enthusiasm than before.

Emily's comments had been half teasing, half dodging around topics she didn't want to get brought up. She wasn't exactly silver tongued herself, but she certainly knew her way around conversations. And she'd spoken to her mother enough now that she also knew how to veer away from certain topics. Most of the time, at least. Her mother could be quite tenacious on some things.

She hadn't meant to make Bailey feel bad, just discourage the topic they'd been on. She smiled and started to open her mouth to tell him he didn't have to go and get her a drink she was perfectly capable, but he dashed off in a flash. Oddly enough, as soon as he left again her power flared back on and she suddenly felt very woozy from everything around her. Okay, so it wasn't her acting up, it was something to do with him...

Just thinking about it made her head hurt more. As he came back she had turned a little more pale and stepping into her vicinity seemed to flick an off switch again. Emily blinked and took the water, she barely registered his comments. Reaching into her coat pocket she pulled out a few painkillers and popped them with the water, draining half the bottle in one go.

After she'd finished and the colour had returned to her face she stared at Bailey, blinking.

Waking up covered in sweat and shaking in the middle of winter was not a fun thing at all. Emily tossed and turned in her covers for a while before deciding that this evening, with this headache she was not getting anymore sleep.  She pulled on a sleeveless vest and some long pjama bottoms and stifled a yawn. She reached for painkillers she kept in her night stand and probably took one or two more than she should have done. 

The brunette fished out a silver flask of a drink she probably shouldn't have had access to and slipped it into her pocket, pulled a book out and went to find the lounge to try to relax and read or something. She passed one or two areas with a few students crowded. The mansion was way way busier than most boarding schools at this hour. There seemed to be quite a few students that were nocturnal, mostly she hoped like herself it wasn't entirely by choice. 

She entered one of the living rooms and glanced around, only seeing one other student, a blonde. She didn't greet the other girl, she simply slumped into a single seater sofa and watched the T.V for a few moments. 

Emily might not have looked like someone who was particularly silver tongued, she might not have even given the impression of someone with a bad attitude towards other people, but when you annoyed her she was pretty damn good at giving you a verbal lashing. While Emily's dad was always pretty easy going with things, her mother had always been strict and very good at arguing with people (Part of the reason she split with her dad, probably) and that was a trait that the British Brunette had inherited, in spades. 

Emily's eyes narrowed at the woman's comment. She found a hard time believing that she was a manager, and her powers weren't turned on so she couldn't tell if she was lying either. She barely even heard what Bailey said. She was barely even aware of the crowd that was starting to gather around them. "Are you really?" She cocked an eyebrow and left a tone of challenge in the air before pressing on with the passive aggressive hag. 

"So then. You're the manger hmm? So this is the example you set for your employees, and at Christmas time too?" she let off a little whistle. "So, okay it's okay for people who work for your company to try to refuse service to someone because you dislike them based on what, appearance?" The woman opened her mouth to respond but Emily ploughed right over her. "And right, someone nearly collapses in front of your store for god knows what reason, and you use this as an excuse to try and get them kicked out for being drunk? Right, because I'M the one coming across as having impaired judgement." There were a few snickers behind her. 

Her venomous glare intensified for a second longer. "Yeah, I think will be taking my business elsewhere. Good luck getting any business with your attitude, you pent up shrew." She turned on her heel feeling woozey and strolled through the small crowd of awed or affronted looking people who promptly parted for her. She grabbed Bailey's hand without thinking about it and dragged him away from the store with her, walking for a minute in a different direction. 

Emily didn't want to make a fuss over it, she really didn't. She was surpised she didn't pick up on the hostility yet come to think of it. She tried to say something about it but as Bailey's eyes tracked over to the cashier made her shut her mouth, she thought he might say something and though she wasn't sure what to say to avoid the pain of dealing with a person who didn't like them. "Really it's fi-"

Emily wasn't the type to have her feelings hurt by random people, in fact she disliked most people on the principle that most people were crappy, but she also didn't want to have to deal with irritating conversations for no reason. She opened her mouth once or twice to say something to try and defuse the boy, but he stepped forwards to speak to the cashier, and she was suddenly struck with the thought that she couldn't pick up on his emotions...

As he stepped just further into the store and Emily stayed rooted to the spot a little freaked out, but as he stepped forwards she felt like someone had suddenly dropped a ton of bricks on her mind, she instinctively clutched her head, and stumbled a little against the door frame to the shop, suddenly struggling with a massive uptake of emotions around her. This hadn't ever happened to her before, and she had no idea how to deal with it.