[The catch is enough to shake Emily out of the daze those murderous urges had plunged her into. What had been an expression of anger crumbles into surprise, then confusion, and then --]
I...
[Her voice trails off as she looks lost. She feels lost. Her eyes fall on the array of weapons before her and her stomach twists in the cold realization of what she's looking at.
Weapons. Why so many weapons? At a party no less? And here she had been reaching for them. She looks back to the man with her wrist in his grip with wide blue eyes. Her tone of voice is quick and concerned.]
What's happening h--
[A whisper that's cut off by a shout elsewhere and the rush of movement as someone shoves her aside to reach the table. A rush of people seem to be flowing towards it in fact, all as eager as the other to reach those instruments.]
C
I...
[Her voice trails off as she looks lost. She feels lost. Her eyes fall on the array of weapons before her and her stomach twists in the cold realization of what she's looking at.
Weapons. Why so many weapons? At a party no less? And here she had been reaching for them. She looks back to the man with her wrist in his grip with wide blue eyes. Her tone of voice is quick and concerned.]
What's happening h--
[A whisper that's cut off by a shout elsewhere and the rush of movement as someone shoves her aside to reach the table. A rush of people seem to be flowing towards it in fact, all as eager as the other to reach those instruments.]