Emma was about to open her mouth to add some of her own words to the conversation when the ground started shaking, the shifting, the rumbling, and all she could do was grip the edge of the table as the water glasses sloshed and moved. "Uhm..." She swallowed hard, biting her lip as she tried not to whimper in fear. Earthquakes were really not her thing, and any inclination she had had to offer her own thoughts to the conversation was completely wiped away.
"Earthquake?" And she wasted no time in getting up from her seat, crawling under the table with her hands over her head. That was the right thing to do... right?