Emily followed her. It was easier than pressing for answers on a sidewalk where a lot of unfriendly people could overhear. She had a feeling she would get them eventually; whether she would believe them would be another matter. But she supposed this was something she needed to get used to. Hopefully other people in this town, other displaced people, would be understanding and help her as much as this young woman was. Or at least as much as she hoped she would help.
"So, where are you from?" she asked, keeping in step with her. The woman was walking quickly, at a pace that reminded her sharply of Hotch and his long strides. Once again, she was following in the wake of someone with authority, though in this case it wasn't seniority. It was the simple fact that this woman knew what was what and she didn't, and if she wanted to learn she had to listen. Vaguely she wondered what might happen if one of her old friends ever found out about all this. She didn't really want to dwell on it, but she knew it would be a niggling thought in the back of her head for a while, at least.