"Must be lost, then," she murmured, her huge eyes flashing with something in the darkness. "No one here has any friends. Haven't you heard?" Emilie moved closer, fingers still on her knife though she made no real move to pull it free from the holster. He didn't seem like he was on the verge of a fight and, even if he was, she was faster and stronger than people gave her credit for. She might have been underfed and underweight, but the Prax in her system amped up her adrenaline and made her unpredictable and dangerous.
His lighthearted question actually earned him a smile, though her grins were never particularly friendly. They were laced with madness, a brief glimpse into the broken psyche within. "Funny," she mused, running her tongue along her perfectly white teeth. It was almost startling, really, that a girl who was so dirty and so haphazard had such pretty teeth. They should've been filthy, like so many others down in the tunnels.