Uneasy was not something that Emyli wore very well, so whenever she felt uncomfortable, she just pushed those feelings to the side and focused on other things. Like the lingering haze from her buzz and the way the plastic from her bags cut into her hands a little from just hanging there. Which explained why she was still standing next to a girl who was convinced that she could make a dead squirrel stand up. Not that her solid black eyes or the black veins beneath her skin didn't help support those thoughts; the dream eater wasn't sure exactly how to accept those quirks, which was why she as too busy trying to focus on everything else. Emyli could only watch as Bianca turned her attention back to the deceased rodent and her eyes went even wider when the damned thing actually stood up.
"Jesusfuck!" Emyli didn't shout, but she had not expected the thing to really jump up and stand at attention. She had been banking on the fact that Bianca was probably crazy or stoned out of her mind, not that she was some black-eyed, black-veined, dead-raising thing. The word totally escaped her and despite the fact that she was majorly creeped out, she still leaned against the dumpster. "What the hell," She muttered, staring at the squirrel. The damn thing was standing despite its lack of a beating heart. It's tail was frazzled all to pieces and he looked as though he had seen some better days in his life. But he just stood there.
"So you're a what?" Emyli finally asked, turning back to look at Bianca. "A necro-whatsitcalled? Can you make it do other stuff?" Creeped out was shifting into something like interest. Since crazy was off the board now, the blonde was mostly intrigued by what was going on with this girl who she had a penchant for running into. "God that's fucking gross." She laughed.