It had happened faster than expected. Emma had "overheard" the news of impeachment, then of Luthor's reckless grab to retain power, and finally of the overturning of the ridiculous law that had put her in prison. It was with a pleasant smile on her face that she informed the guard who'd approached to inform her of her freedom that she said, "I think you have good news for me."
This was the guard that Emma liked the most; someone far too intelligent for the post she held. She'd be certain to forward her name to someone at Frost Int.'s security desk. Better she have a job with better pay and benefits than this god-forsaken place.
Emma was discharged with surprising speed. There was something to sign, which she took the time to read, and then a return of her belongings. There were reporters outside as she exited, to whom she smiled and waved. "I always knew things would work out in the end," she said with the sort of heroic bravery that the media ate right up.
It was a cab that took her home and Emma tipped a bit more generously than she normally would have. She was so grateful to breathe the fresh air, to not be in a tiny room or surrounded by people who were either frightened or resentful of her.
Her gamble had paid off. She had a public name and face and mutant kind had a new spokesperson, if necessary. Emma nodded at her doorman and all but ran to the elevator. She simply couldn't wait to get home.