Emma just let him ramble, if he needed something to do, that was fine, he could just talk aimlessly. So long as it eventually led to him calming himself enough to relax and let things happen. Emma went about making up a basic turkey sandwich, going on what he'd eaten back when he was part of the school rather than intruding on his mind to see if there was something else he'd prefer or interrupt his apparent vendetta against marble.
"This is a fairly old and rather aristocratically sound building. The marble flooring was put in long before I was thought of dear. I just moved in and they were here." Although the marble floors were a rather nice touch which assisted in her decision to buy it. "And I don't march, St John, I never march."
Slicing up the sandwich, placing it in front of him along with a Sprite from the fridge, Emma just raised an eyebrow, as if she were offended he'd even suggest it of her. "Now, would you like some more small talk before I start asking about your comfort levels regarding the ... well, poking?"