Ema didn't actually have a weapon to lay down, unless anyone was terrified of movie merchandise, so she just sat down feeling like the odd one out. Heh, odd one out, as if it was any sort of time to care about fitting in. Though, it was less caring about it, more noting how, despite everything, it just placed her right back in a state of normality.
It had certainly been an interesting first day, no doubt about it. Even though she'd missed most of it, thanks to the massive dose of tranquiliser she'd inhaled, serious crap had started happening almost the moment she'd woken up. Meeting a bunch of new people and witnessing what could have almost been a fatal argument, to just name the most obvious. But it was more than that. Over those last few minutes leading up to dusk, Ema had quite probably experienced more shifts in emotion and world-view than she had in the rest of her life combined. Then again, she had never been particularly level-headed, and the reality of her situation could certainly be blamed for adding to the lapse in stability.
The other two girls talked for a short while, and again, Ema felt almost comfortable in the normality of being left out, whatever it would mean for her in the future. Michelle still seemed wary of her, probably for a good reason she herself hadn't figured out yet, and was quite clearly avoiding having to address her. Finally, the girl with the crowbar gave a short speech, summing up her feelings on the 'game', which seemed to Ema to amount to "Play to win and hope you get lucky." She would've said something, maybe agreed on how being alive was indeed better than being dead, but decided against it. Instead, she just held her tongue, wondering what Eve would have to say in return.
"Ema, it's been a pleasure knowing you."
Oh, that was pretty nice of her to say. Most people seemed to fi-- oh. Eve was legging it for the swamp and the forest beyond, before Ema or Michelle could manage to speak up, let alone stand and follow her. She probably hadn't even meant it, she'd probably only said it to placate Ema, make her feel a little less alone and doomed. In that case, Ema decided, maybe it was still a nice gesture, but running away straight after kind of cancelled it out.
Ema never noticed the arrow that had been drawn in the sand, she was too busy single-mindedly running after the fleeing girl. With the split-second she'd had to decide what to do, she'd decided Eve was probably the best hope she had for companionship, possibly even a true friend, on the godforsaken island, and that she wasn't going to let that escape. She almost fell over her own feet as she hastened to stand up, losing balance as she tried to get up and brush stray hairs out of her eyes simultaneously. Each second she wasted let Eve get further way, so she regained her footing and collected up her own belongings as quickly as she possibly could, already a little out breath before she even started running. Desperately, as Eve disappeared out of sight, the frantic girl called out "Don't go! Wait for me!".
Doubtful it was heard by who it was meant for. But it didn't stop Ema running about as fast as her weedy legs could manage, despite having no idea which direction to go after she hit the swamp.
[Ema Ryan --> It's hard to walk tall when you're small]