As soon as he turns her around her hands are up, covering her face, covering her shame, so it comes as a bit of a surprise when she finds herself pressed against his body in what is unmistakably a hug. Oh. Well. This is.....rather nice.

"W-wait..."

She leans slightly away from him, then, madly scrubbing at her face.

"I-I'll stain y-your clothes if we hug while I'm like this, give me a minute..."

Satisfied that her face is clean, Emmy then proceeds to bury it against Kimblee's chest, her hands gripping the material of his coat as she wraps her arms around his waist.

Emmy has an issue with strength, an issue with appearing competent...how is she supposed to be a good assistant to the professor if she falls into despair so easily? If she just breaks down and sobs whenever things get hard? It's too much. She's filled with shame.

She continues to embrace him as he continues to speak, but when he gets to the part about his worry over using her as the go-between, that's when the anger comes back, and she pushes away.

"N-No! Don't you dare take me off this mission, Kimblee, or I'll...!!"

Apart from her outburst earlier, this is the first time she's been seriously angry at him. But the anger isn't directed at him, is it? No, it's directed at herself. How pathetic.

"I am more than capable! I can do it, you've just....you've just..."

Control, Emmy, control...!!

"You've got to give me a second chance!"