One could probably say that Emilia has perfect the art of arching her eyebrow up, because one of them really does arch up perfectly, a judging look upon her face as she does so. Her not being considered normal is rather offensive in a place like the Gardens, so she just leans her chin on her hand, staring at Jules, before glancing away with a bit of an eye roll.

"I'm very sure I'm normal." No, she really is. "As far as I'm concerned, the only way I could get more normal is being at home." A place she clearly misses, but she has been torn up about that lately. Not because she likes this place, but she has become quite attached to Ellie. If she could, she would take her home with her. Was she able to do that, then, well... Nothing would be complicated.

She watches Jules take out another cigarette, but doesn't comment on it. She has had her share of chimney moments when she first arrived. Instead, she's staring at the shelves without much interest, sighing so that her shoulders raise slightly.

"Ever wonder if every thing is all right back home? If the police is looking for you?" There's a pause. She has been gone for months now. "I just hope everyone is all right."