Emyli never cared what people said back to her after one of her remarks, just that they shot something back at her. It could have been a ninety year old woman trying to make her way through the door, and Emyli still would have shot glare her way. So it was no surprise when she looked to the woman who had spoken to her. You could say that Emyli enjoyed starting fights and brawls - it always made the day that much more exciting. "And I don't care to know." Rolling her blue eyes, she looked the woman over. She looked a little too pretty to be in a place like this and that thought got under Emyli's skin. While she knew there were other supernaturals out and about in the town, she never cared to really meet them.
"So, what's a pretty bird like you doing in here? Other than leaving." Her tone was open to any kind of interpretation. It was only as harsh as the rest of her, but there was a thin layer of suggestion in her voice which never seemed to leave. And if she was asked why she hadn't just walked up to the bar by now, she would have offered a roll of her eyes, a scowl, and a mutter of 'I can do whatever the hell I want.'