"Emma, please," she said, although she certainly wouldn't insist upon it if the Kennet was interested in keeping formalities. He was going to be her boss, after all.
Emma came further into the tent further so that she could hear her instructions. She had been so good at being the one in control for so long, but since Vaughn's disappearance (followed by a reappearance followed by yet another disappearance-after-murder-attempt, bastard), she always felt like she was on the wrong foot. It wasn't becoming any more of a comfortable feeling for her.
"And you already know what I am?" she asked him, because that would certainly make things easier.