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Emily felt a little pang of sympathy for the boy, of course he was worn out with his day. She couldn't imagine the situation he was in, and being grilled by police was probably not a fun experience. The officer that dropped him off had been really nice and very genuine, but Emily guessed that even with someone that nice all the procedure and the natural intimidation of being driven somewhere by an officer had been more than a little draining. "We can deal with that later though, there is no immediate rush. I'll show you around and get you settled first."

Some people had implied before that it was an unfair advantage that Emily had when speaking to people that she could sense emotions, she told those people to sit down and shut up. And unless she was in a formal situation where ethics were actually a concern, she had no qualms about not walking around with an 'I'm an empath' sticker.

Emily chuckled. Of course he was hungry. "How long did they keep you at the station? I'm not surprised you're hungry." She smiled at him again. "We'll go make some sandwiches then, I've not eaten all day either."

Okay, so most teenagers were insufferable. This one was alright. Emily could deal, she might even enjoy dealing with this situation a little, it was definitely less boring than sitting at a desk all day long.

“Don’t worry about it, just name and details. Mostly the sort of basic information they asked you at the police station, name, date of birth, that sort of thing. There are quite a few kids here, so it pays to keep good records of who is who. And if the police ever work out what happened to you, or find relatives or something, it's good to have a paper trail.” She explained, while walking the boy through the entryway.

Emily chuckled a little. “Yes, you’ve pretty much got it. There are specialists who help students that don’t have full control over their powers, there are counselling services on offer for students who need it, I work for the school counselor.” He seemed to be adjusting to it pretty quickly.

“Food is sorted by the school, very well stocked kitchen and allowances for students that don’t have money. There isn’t a uniform, don’t worry about that.” She let him ask all of his questions and smiled gently, in what she hoped at least was a reassuring way. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll cross those bridges when we come to them.”

She glanced at him, tilting her head slightly and paying attention to what was going on emotionally. “Come on, I’ll show you the kitchens.”

Emily payed very close attention to William's emotions, she really didn't want the kid to feel to uneasy or nervous about the situation. The mansion was typically super welcoming to wayward mutant youths, and she really wasn't the typical welcoming committee. If anything, she really sucked at the being nice and reassuring thing, but she'd give it her best effort, and cheat with her empathy where she could.

A little wry smile graced her lips. "You could say a little of both?" Pondering how best to explain it Emily was silent for a few beats. "The mansion looks after young mutants specifically, they offer counselling, classes and training to help control mutations among other things. You don't need to pay anything to stay here, just try to stay out of trouble."

Turning back to look at William with a slightly awkward smile. "I don't mean to imply that you will cause trouble, almost everyone here is cool. Even the staff and the teachers." She led the two of them up to the entrance and held it open, allowing the boy to enter, giving him a few moments to lurk and look around, take in the site of the massive mansion.

Emily chuckled a little nervously. "I'll be honest, I don't really get all of that. Obviously I pick up on a lot of the attraction people feel for one another, but I'm not really attracted to many people myself, so the whole kink thing largely goes over my head." She admitted. Honestly, she thought that being demi made a lot of sense as an empath. When you had insight into what was going on inside people's heads, you were only very selectively attracted.

"Honestly, it was mostly people that knew me and it was largely a shift in the amount of attraction going my way." She shivered. "I suppose I've been in a class with most of them for over a year, and they sort of got used to one style, so when it shifted more of them payed attention to me?"

"Most people are highly superficial, you my dear are just a little more reasonable than most people I suppose." Emily swiped the rum for another quick swig. Now she was feeling the little giddy buzz that came from drinking. She'd gotten so used to just doing it for the numbing purpose, she'd forgotten how fun it could be to have a buzz around friends.

"Well it certainly sounds unique. And I care very little about how others look, as I'm sure you've picked up on by now." She admitted. She did find Alice to be a little cute, but that was probably because she actually liked Alice as a person, not that she'd admit any of that out loud.

"As long as the vibe isn't lame, I'm sure I'll be fine." Bars were a very mixed bag. She didn't like typical 'normal' bars, as they often tended to encourage depression and one night stands, which were not remotely fun to be around.

Emily just caught the response as she finished moving around the desk, quickly scribbling a note and sticking it on the front. This seemed like something that needed to be dealt with right away.

As Emily walked towards the pair she noted the bracing cold and gently stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, trying to put on what she hoped was a welcoming smile, she sucked at smiling. Despite whatever Skye's wrong opinion on the topic might have been.

She withdrew her hand begrudgingly to wave at the officer as she neared the two of them. "Hello there Officer, I wouldn't worry about that. It's what the mansion is here for." The English girl raised an eyebrow at the officer, throwing what she hoped was a reassuring smile to the young man.

"Given that you have that there, I feel compelled to ask you if there is anything I need to be aware of, other than this young man being in need of a place to stay and get himself together?" The Officer was nice, that much was for sure. She wasn't picking up anything resembling duplicity from him. The kid seemed in awe, if a little nervous?

"Terribly sorry, where are my manors." She held out a hand to the boy. "William, my name is Emily."

Emily was in a tiny lull in college work between the end of the semester and the real start of the current one. She’d been putting in a few more hours at the mansion, it was largely that she wanted to make a little bit more money. Her dad would probably give her money whenever she asked, but it felt a little too much like taking advantage of the man, and her mother had done more than enough of that during her lifetime.

And as a result, her life was split between snuggling her girlfriend and doing work for Gemma. As she was getting pretty ahead on her work with Gemma, her boss suggested that she did some shifts in other areas of the mansion. Emily spent a little time assisting a teacher with one of the classes of younger kids, which went so well it surprised her. Teenagers were an absolute nightmare. Hormones were gross. But kids were on the whole surprisingly genuine and honest creatures.

Today however, she was helping out in administration. She’d forwarded calls to people and let in students that were coming back from trips into the city and made sure that ones leaving to go into the city would be fine. She felt like a glorified receptionist, and was honestly starting to get a little bored with sitting there all day.

The buzzer rang just after the guy she was assisting went on break. Someone was ringing the doorbell, another kid trying to get back in perhaps?

Emily keyed the buzzer and glanced at the monitor. That was a police officer… and a teenager. Great. This was going to end well. “Hello there officer, may I ask what we can do for you?” she pleaded that this was not some delinquent being dropped off that was going to annoy the crap out of her.

"Nope. Not a clue. Nada." Oh god. She needed to keep Alice out of her closet real bad, she'd be teased until the end of time. Alice would be even worse than Skye, which was saying something. Skye's teasing was absolutely relentless, and it felt like Emily had just gotten more susceptible to it since they'd started dating.

Emily blushed again. She'd really not realised she was so obvious. Okay so she was sort of smitten, so it was bound to be picked up by somebody at some point but she'd not thought it would be so soon. Damn, she'd probably let Alice know that girlfriend teasing was a way to get to her. That was going to bite her in the ass pretty hard, knowing Alice. "You might actually, she's kept to herself around the mansion recently but I'm pretty sure she'd give you a run for your money with the gaming."

Emily had thankfully saved herself the awkwardness of getting thrashed by Skye so far, they mostly played something in coop or Emily snuggled her and watched Skye play something single player.

Raising an eyebrow Emily leaned into Alice a little. "Really, but you're such a master of flirtation, no luck? Poor baby." Nobody handled sarcasm like the British.

"Don't worry, funnily enough I'm pretty good at picking up on social ques." It was easy to see when people were uncomfortable, and then you just avoided their gaze no problem.

"No promises, if there is liquor I'm sure I'll manage though."