An awkward silence descended. Perhaps it came as a surprise to the others, but Ema was used to that happening by now. She'd only recently started to fix her habit of saying stupid things that made people shut up and gawk. Still, familiar as it was, the silence was uncomfortable, even after the sleepless hours of silence Ema had just sat through. She felt she should say something, anything, at least to have some sound in the air. Josie beat her to it.
"I don't want to jump the gun here, but.. Did anyone get anything decent?"
Oh god. Speaking of saying stupid things that make people uncomfortable, that question had the potential to go somewhere horrible. Assuming she was talking about weapon assignments, at least. Turned out she was.
"I got a birthday invitation, so I'm out of the running for Most Threatening Contender."
Well, at least it wasn't a crafty attempt to see if she had an advantage. If it had been, Josie would've been the last person to show what she had, and... hell, she wouldn't have a birthday invitation to reveal, she'd have a real weapon. Relief. Apparently Ema must not have been the only relieved one, for although Sierra remained decidedly silent, Janet hastened to find her own "weapon".
"I was just wonderin',"
was quickly added to the statement, presumably because Josie had rethought her own words, and come to a similar conclusion to Ema as to how they must've sounded. She produced the invite as well, to prove her point. And then hilarity ensued, for Janet had found... well, she'd found something.
For the first time in quite a while, Ema literally burst out laughing. Janet screamed, and dropped what looked like a large dildo on the floor. Still giggling, the suspicion was confirmed when the other girl kicked it, which only served to make the offending phallus vibrate loudly, moving across the floor slightly.
"What on Earth can use this for?"
Ema's throat, miraculously cleared of scratchyness by the laughter, near-instantly replied with a sarcastic "Oh, I can think of a few things", accompanied by rapidly moving eyebrows. For just a moment, she even caught herself thinking "Say what you want about Danya, but damn does the fat bastard have a sense of humour."
She shook her head, dispelling the thought. No, Danya had done it for spite, not humour. A little time-bomb of debilitating embarassment as well as a useless weapon, luckily gone off before it could do any real harm. Reaching into her own daypack, trying to find where she'd stashed her own useless weapon, Ema managed to get halfway through jokingly offering "I'll trade you my ti--", before Sierra cut off the "--me turner for it."
by throwing up.
"I don't feel good,"
Well no shit, Sherlock, you just hurled all over the grass. Well, not all over, it wasn't that much, she probably hadn't eaten much over the last two days.
And what a time for someone new to show up. Ema's disposition had quickly gone south, from laughing aloud at a stupid weapon, to realising what it represented, to realising that the four of them were discussing their chances of surviving the coming days, to witnessing someone be physically sick right in front of her. The night she'd spent there was bad enough, but now Ema was quite sure she didn't want to be on that logging road any more, things had gotten very weird, very quickly, as far as she was concerned.
Looking at the afternoon sun, slowly sinking into the west, Ema recalled from her map that she was somewhere in the centre-north of the island. If she cut through the cleared out forest to the south, and headed past the mountains, she was sure she'd come across a big house of some kind. She had no idea what she hoped to find there, but it had to be better than the open road. Not only had the conversation turned weird, but she felt vulnerable in the open as she was, particularly not having noticed Steven Hunt approaching until he'd actually greeted them. She wanted to leave, maybe find a comfortable bed in the mansion, or relax in the sea on one of the sandy beaches.
In all honesty, Ema didn't know what she wanted to do any more. What she did know was that she didn't want to be where she was any more. "Good day to you too." was all she had to say in reply to Steven, a rather unintentionally snarky edge to her voice not helped by the paraphrasing of his own words, before she adjusted her two bags on her shoulders, and set off for the south.
[Ema Ryan --> Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.]