[ ooc: sorry about the wait! i'm not typically around on the weekends! ]
"Cooler. Darker. Better down here than up there." She said the final word as if it tasted like ash on her tongue. The tunnels were terrible, disgusting places, but they weren't nearly as awful as the world above, or so Emilie had convinced herself. Once upon a time, she thrived in the light, always outside in the sun, but now her skin was so pale from the lack of sunshine that it was practically translucent, her veins delicate and blue right beneath the surface.
When he joined her on the floor, Emilie smiled at him. It wasn't the kind of smile she gave other Ghouls; that one was more of a snarl, a way to bare teeth and let people know not to fuck with her. This one was softer, kinder, and it was just a peek at the girl she might've been all that time ago.
She tucked one of the baggies into a small crack in the wall just a foot or two away and went to work on the other. With expert skill, Emilie slipped the beautiful crystals into her palm and, after reaching for an old, cracked hand-held mirror she kept just for this purpose, she put the crystals on its face and began to grind them down into a fine powder. If it was up to her, she would've just injected it. The high lasted longer and was more intense, but Ezra had assured her he would make sure she had enough if she just wouldn't shoot it up.
She'd nearly died from an infection in her arm that was still on the last stages of healing.
"I like your hair," Emilie told him just before she bent, held one nostril shut with a pale, slender finger, and inhaled the line of brightly colored dust with a long, hard snort.