Of all the things that Emma would have expected the embodiment of Pollution to be, childlike was not one of them. Growing up with hippie wheat-grass mother earth worshiping parents had left Emma with a greater understanding and appreciation for the planet than most people had. Pollution had always been painted as some horrible monster that was eventually going to kill them all, and here he was playing some sort of hopping game on the stairs. If she wasn't already confused, Emma would have definitely been knocked for a loop.
"People don't like to think about things that they'd rather not acknowledge," Emma said, not saying anything about the angel comment. She was hardly an angel.
And kidnapped? She certainly hadn't been planning on being kidnapped. She hadn't been in a situation where she really was in the position to be kidnapped unless snagging someone from where they were dangling on the edge of the building was whoever had done this's specialty. Still, if they'd managed to trap an idea...
"There's a lot of people here," Emma said quietly. "Not as many as there usual are cities this big. But still, a lot."