It wasn't difficult to sense Scott within her presence. She could feel him the moment he came within fifty feet of the medical center. Emma's powers were far reaching, there was no doubt about that, however, within this environment she found her telepathy only traveled as far as the mountain range and then abruptly cut off. It confused the crap out of her, especially when she tried to read that Petersen's mind and all she came across from nothingness. It was perplexing and unnerving at the same time. While Petersen might have been immune to her telepathy, there was one man that was not - Scott Summers. The one man she would ever admit to loving with all of her heart. The one man that she fought so hard to obtain. The one man that knew her more than anyone else. Scott didn't judge her like the others did, he didn't assume things of her. He just took her for face value and allowed herself to prove time after time that she was being honest - with him at least.
Of course, her past didn't really with the assumptions people made of her, but Emma could care less what other people thought of her. There was only one man whose opinion meant more than anything in the world. Scott Summers was her everything, he was what gave her motivation to stay in a place that hated her so much. He was the only one that kept her fighting for his love even if he didn't share it. He was the first man to admit being in love with her without manipulation on her behalf. Even after all the mind games she played with all of them, he still stood by her, justified her actions and even grew to love her beyond just a boyfriend/girlfriend status.
A tiny smile curled on her lips as she attempted to look busy as he continued to search through the building for her. Emma prodded his mind lightly, gently coaxing him in one direction instead of another. Of course, Scott didn't think much of her telepathic guidance, it just seemed natural in his mind as he kept turning one corner and another. She wasn't controlling his thoughts, she was just... guiding his thoughts to think one direction instead of another. It wasn't manipulation - not yet, at least. Emma knew her boundaries with Scott, she knew how much to push and how much to back off. She could time his responses and know exactly what he would say without reading his mind. He wasn't nick named 'Boy Scout' for no reason. He followed the rules and refused to break them unless dire circumstances called for it. As he finally found her office, Emma kept her gaze on a file opened on her desk, playing a little game of 'I'm working', a game that Scott usually played on her.
"You know, darling, I think it was you who taught me to knock when the door is closed." Legs shifted under her desk, as they uncrossed and recrossed in the opposite direction. She could keep this up all day, acting so serious and 'stick up the ass', as Logan put it so eloquently.