Waving a hand in mild dismissal, Emma just shook her head, "Minor little in-house things. People not getting along with people, nothing cataclysmic like we're used to." How terrible was that? A girl in her mid-teens already used to apocalyptic chaos and hatred so extreme it was fatality inducing? "I've not been here terribly long, but I couldn't say it'll all be peace and love all the time."
Small town, displaced people, lots of potential for a few break out tantrums. And some people could have very interested tantrums.
Teach? Emma hadn't considered it again. What, exactly, would she teach now? How to undo everything you've built? Four easy steps to destroying your own empire? How to choose terrible relationship partners? She was very well versed in those. "No, I don't. I haven't quite decided what to do just yet." Other than shop with her paltry stipend, and window shop the rest of the time.
Not that there was anything fabulously required here.