[Out of her peripheral, Emily sees a man materialize out of what seems to be nowhere. On instinct, she tenses, embarrassingly caught off-guard by this new development — as a result, any chance of her regaining her footing escapes her, and she begins to fall backwards.
But then there's the sensation of the stranger gripping her wrist and pulling her forward. For a brief moment, she isn't sure which to be more indignant about: the fact that she's being unceremoniously saved by a nameless man, or that she would have fallen to her untimely death otherwise.
She doesn't feel gratitude as she's pulled forward, even as her shoulder stumbles directly into the man. Regardless of the situation, she isn't used to being grabbed so suddenly, and her years of training kick in almost immediately. She makes a quick move to elbow the stranger directly in the stomach, retracting her wrist away as soon as she's able.
Corvo would be proud. (That or he'd just slowly be shaking his head at the sight.)]
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But then there's the sensation of the stranger gripping her wrist and pulling her forward. For a brief moment, she isn't sure which to be more indignant about: the fact that she's being unceremoniously saved by a nameless man, or that she would have fallen to her untimely death otherwise.
She doesn't feel gratitude as she's pulled forward, even as her shoulder stumbles directly into the man. Regardless of the situation, she isn't used to being grabbed so suddenly, and her years of training kick in almost immediately. She makes a quick move to elbow the stranger directly in the stomach, retracting her wrist away as soon as she's able.
Corvo would be proud. (That or he'd just slowly be shaking his head at the sight.)]