"Oh?" She asked, entering into his personal space once more as he tried to evade her, demanding that he answer her. "Joke around? Be friendly?" These words had little meaning for the humorless lady in white. It was obvious, though, that whoever this Daniel Rand was that he was not sent by the Hellfire Club - he was too much of a buffoon. There was no way they'd send some idiot without telepathic resistance to kill her. Just not possible.
"Put me in my place?" Her eyes narrowed. Emma struck out, snapping his ear lobe in very much the way she might a impudent child. The act causing quick, sharp pain in that area. "I'm going to ask you one question - pay attention and be thankful I'm not severing your brain stem.