[ emma immediately balks as he speaks, and she shakes her head without even pausing to consider the options.

...maybe he should leave, if she could stop and be realistic. he should've made tracks long ago, but he hasn't, he's stayed here for weeks now, and— damn it all, no. ]

You don't have to go to lose them. Just wait them out here; if they show up, I'll send them away, just—

[ she reaches up, grabbing onto vasquez's forearm lightly, but there's that steely look on her face, that determination that's impossible to will away when emma sets her mind to something.

and right now, that something is seeing vasquez stay safe. ]

Stay, all right?