Were Emmy not distracted by the massive metal snake in front of her, the innuendo of her statements would also not be lost on her; as it stands, however, she's...well. Rather dazzled. Her touch is gentle at first, becoming a bit more adventurous when she's not immediately devoured upon contact, her hand running up and down it's steely skin.

"So you ride this, Mr Kimblee? Is it hard? How fast does it go?"

Emmy is only aware of one thing at the moment; she needs to get herself one of these.