Emma was heralded by the click of heels, white Manolo Blahniks, thank you very much. "I heard my name," she said, pushing open the door and joining the other men. "Mr Wagner," she said giving a bit of a nod in greeting before her eyes fell upon Wolverine. She had no real opinion of the blue mutant, he was so far down on her radar, he didn't even register. She just knew white Italian leather sofas didn't mix with blue furr. So sorry.
"Logan," she said, a bit of disdain in her voice, eyes narrowing a fraction just to let him know how much she disliked him and was generally disgusted by his presence. Then moving on, "Hello, Mr. Summers." Cordial as always. Emma couldn't resist playing her games, even now.