Pressing her finger tips into her temples, Emma leaned forward on the desk, groaning slightly. "Not the place in general just...general." Family stuff that she couldn't even talk to family about and Jefferson, the ever present tension at the base of her skull, the near constant shift in the pit of her stomach that she refused to admit was concern or worry.
"My room mate and work and sleep and just... stuff." But that was no reason to scrimp on her commitments, one of which being Hansel's medication, she just needed to get some focus back. Taking a breath, Emma shut her eyes while Gretel waited, focusing on the store room of the hospital she knew by heart now, letting the magic extend from her and willing it to draw the item back to her.
It was with a loud, sharp clank that the fire extinguisher landed on the desk, toppling to the floor as Emma moved just slightly from the surprise. "Um... not what I was aiming for."