( bad hair can be very subjective, but the messy pile of it would indeed be referred to as 'bad' by any of the girls in her office. Enid can go and ask if she's so inclined. the savior doesn't seem to care, content in her casual look and with her coffee in hand. and about four dreamcatchers draped over an arm — she may have gotten a few funny looks at Starbucks. )

I sure hope so. There can only be so many blondes trying to unload dreamcatchers out there, right?

( she huffs a not-quite laugh, and offers a not-quite smile. she's still a little reserved, she can't help it. things aren't as bad as they were when she first arrived, but it's still been months now without her family. it's pretty hard on her, whether she admits it or not.

she extends the arm with the dreamcatchers, allowing Enid to pick one up to inspect. ) Here they are. Nothing special, I'm afraid. ( Emma doesn't give herself enough credit; when she's got so many sleepless hours to dedicate to making them, they turn out quite intricate, in fact. )