"Oh please, Mister Tyrie. The world does not revolve around you." Taking a final sip of her coffee she placed her mug in the sink. "I have no intentions of chastising you for your behavior considering I have yet to witness what other teachers have," Resting her hip against the counter, she crossed her arms over her chest and watched him closely.
"I wanted a cup of coffee, and it just so happened that you were in here at the same time. I'm not following you, and I'm not here right now to lecture you about your behavior. I think, if you want to be left alone, you ought to be left alone. Nineteen years old, and being treated like some of our freshman population. Granted, from what I hear, you don't exactly act like a nineteen year old some of the time," A smirk curled across her lips once more, this time there was no coffee cup to hide behind. It was difficult to determine if her smirk was mocking him or not. Emma wasn't the easiest person to understand. She wasn't Ororo where emotions and opinions were worn so openly on her sleeve.
Her walls were made of diamond with intentions of keeping everyone out emotionally. It was easiest to keep people at an arms length than to open up herself to be vulnerable. If Blake felt like he couldn't read her like most people, it was because Emma didn't want to be read like some sort of book. As a telepath, Emma read other people like a book, she hated the idea of being in the opposite situation.