Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson was quick on his feet, even carrying Piper which implied he was stronger than he let on sometimes. He tried not to look too worried when he noticed the bruise on her back. If she was an emotional drunk, him acting like a basket case over a bruise wasn't going to help her relax.
Instead he smiled at her as he made his way to where he'd parked the car. "Hey, I'm you're master, and I'm telling you not to worry about it. We'll get you some sleep. Maybe some hangover waffles, and all will be right with the world."