The rate in which new people were showing up seemed to be holding steady. Which was worrying, since it meant that with each passing week there were new faces and new prisoners and new people to worry about and for. As much as she might try not to, there was always going to be that little bit of worry for anyone, and with her taking on the badge in this world too, even with the help she knew was likely stellar in its own worlds, Emma wasn't sure how long they'd be able to handle to steady influx of people.
"Number one, that's rude," Emma stepped out of the back office the moment she'd heard the door, "number two, hand over the coffee and no one will get hurt." So, Stiles made good on the coffee and apparently also the pastries, so Emma wasn't about to complain clearing one of the desks to sit while making childish grabby hands towards the coffee.
"Keep your curly fries, just pass over the calories damnit." At least this kid had some experience as to what was going on around them and not freak like... well, everyone really.