"We have tailors," Emma picked at the cuff of her red jacket, shrugging slightly, "there's an entire subset of community that does the vintage Victorian era clothing thing, I'd say they'd be what you were looking for in that respect. It's like...steampunk or something?" Not that Emma had ever really gone into the clique in school. She'd been too wary of groups to try.
"Books. Yay." Not that she wasn't glad there was something they could be doing, even if it was the last thing she really wanted to be doing. Well, not the last thing, that was probably sitting alone up in that hotel. "Do um, do you want... I mean, should I look in here and you..." She almost stopped herself suggesting they split up, but she needed to be realistic and make the suggestion. "You carry on looking for a tailor? Or whatever? Since you know what you need?"
Under any other circumstances, they'd be better splitting up, cover more ground, find things faster, get started sooner. Instead, Emma felt the coil of apprehension build in her at the idea of being by herself here where she knew next to nothing about anything and it was all like one massive nightmare and none of her defences seemed to work against it.