Emmeline did not feel much more confident, though she had yet to assess Snape's mood to know it. She had been working a Muggle job since not long after returning to England, and felt comfortable in what she was wearing - it was not her attire that made her nervous. The man she was about to meet was responsible for giving the information which had led to her near-demise; she was fairly certain that her baseline level of nerves was justified.
As was the fact that she had lied, and not come alone. She probably would have done, if not for the fact that she knew how much it affected Kingsley that he had not been able to come to her aid in time before; therefore, she had brought him with her. He was not at her side now, and she barely even felt his presence, but she knew it was there, somewhere in the darkness.
Her eyes had adjusted to the night, and she saw the figure by the library, recognizing the way he stood. Wand just under her sleeve, she approached. She had not bothered to disguise herself; if this was a Death Eater trap, it was already too late. They knew she was alive.
"Hello, Severus," she said quietly, when she was standing close enough to be heard.