Emma: Whoa! What am I doing near Bridgeport’s biggest dump? On the ground? I’ve just bought these jeans two weeks ago, they cost me.
She barely remembered what happened to her at Eugi’s, the only images in her mind were a lot of fire and that blue-haired guy who probably saved her - she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t even sure what was going on. How could she know if she wasn’t drawn in something bad or illegal?
Emma: Okay… I’ll just pretend that I suddenly fainted at the club and someone gladly helped me out of there to have a breath of air. And left me near the dump. Quite a realistic version of events.