And again, he ran. Most people might have given up, but Emma was most certainly not most people, and that's what saw her to chasing after him, dark curls bouncing behind her as she tried to keep an eye on him even through the crowds of people that were milling here and there. She might have called out to him, but attention wasn't what she wanted.
She just wanted to meet him. To say hi. Maybe drag him off and watch the fireworks with him or something silly like that. It's not like she was going to bite him.