"You have a point. By now you must be used to it." By now, she was used to hers, too, even the unexpected ways that it would sometimes manifest itself. She had long since discovered that it seemed tied to her emotions and when she was angry, bad things happened, so she had to work to keep those feelings locked up tightly.
Drawing to a halt when Issac got up onto a box, Emika watched him curiously. "Okay, so you must have family here, then?" She shrugged. "I meant there are narrow minds out there." Gesturing vaguely in the direction of the exit, she then gazed off down the alley. "Where are you taking me anyway?" She nudged at the box that he was on. "Come on, Get Out of My Head!"