"Oi, no," Emma laughed. "Didn't think a Bludger sounded bad at all." She blinked as he continued, absolutely confused by what he was saying. "People don't chase me," she said, nose wrinkled. "I'm energetic, yeah, never really stop, which is what drives most folks absolutely mad, yeah? It's hard to follow." Well, maybe trying to keep up could be sort of considered chasing, but she didn't think anyone really did it on purpose. More as a self-defense mechanism.
"Sure!" Emma cheerily hopped up the single step and pulled open the door, holding it wide and waving Oliver through. Noise and light spilled out, the pub charming and comfortable, the sort where folks were at home. "I think I see a spot over there?" She gestured vaguely towards one corner, not sure if she really saw a spot or not, since she wasn't exactly tall enough to see over everyone.