Emmeline smiled some. He had goals. That was something she wasn't used to seeing. Her father had all but ruined any goals for the family. She wasn't going to bring that up though. That was just a bitter memory, really. One that had caused plenty of issues within the family.

She squinted up at the sign when they strolled up to Pennyworth then nodded to the right. "That way," she answered, "And it's Woodcroft. Emmeline Woodcroft." He probably would forget her as soon as she was in her home though. Not that she blamed him at least. She'd want to forget her, too.

"I'm sure I can make it the rest of the way though," she said, feeling much more sober already as she tried to shrug out of his jacket. Only it was quite a bit bigger than she'd anticipated and found herself stumbling right into him. Her hands had come up to try and catch herself only to have them press right into his chest.

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