The slayers brows furrowed momentarily as the empath spoke. There it all was, all this explaining and words and how shit was going to go down all over again. Emma wanted her to talk and as they both knew, that sure as fuck wasn’t Kel’s strong point. The key to fixing all their problems laid on the table clearly before both of them, it was talking. The only problem with this solution was that talking, was the last thing Kel wanted to do. She failed miserably at acquiring this skill and even the slight ability she did have in it wasn’t the right kind of skill for what they needed. Emma wanted her to share her feelings, her emotions- to explain what she felt and why. It was all finally becoming clear. Too bad the tough girl from Boston didn’t have the foggiest of how to do such a thing. Eyes rose up to meet the redhead’s for a moment before the baby dark slayers head dropped, forehead being cupped in one hand, while the fingers of her other hand trailed along a menu page. Could she do what Emma was asking? Was she capable of it? Would the slayer be able to handle such emotional requirements where she had never in her life done such a thing before?
Shifting in her seat muscles tensed. This situation was no good. No good at all. The slayers head moved up so that her chin now remained cupped in her hand and dark pools met blue. Swallowing hard she stared for only a brief moment in time before eyes wondered off to look for the waiter and her menu was flipped closed. “I dunno.” The words were muttered low as her voice was produced into her hand from the turn of her head. Falling silent for a second the slayer spotted the waiter once more before eyes slipped back over to Emma, pausing on the brink of waving the boy back over. “You ready to order?”