Don't be hard on them? Most of the time she wanted to yank out her hair and scream at them. But she couldn't, because she was supposed to be some magical wonder kid or something. All they did was ask her for help and expect her to fix everything and it wasn't like she was all that great at fixing her own crap never mind other peoples.
She wasn't even going to start on about his damn hat and the bullshit it had stirred up either. The fact that she hadn't just punched him after the crap he put her through with that fucking hat spoke to volumes of her discomfort there. And now of course they had to talk to the creepy counter dude.
Emma stayed almost attached to Jefferson's elbow, book still clutched to her chest, staring at the guy that apparently couldn't even glance over towards them in recognition of their presence. "Um?" Pushing the book into Jefferson's hands, Emma inspected her pockets, finding a folded twenty in her back pocket about about three dollars in change in her front pocket. "Kind of?" Although it did beg the question, what the hell were they going to use to get the materials to fix the damn hat?