The chirpy tone followed by Jules silence doesn't bother Emilia and she seems to quietly appreciate that particular moment, cheek on hand, eyes watching but not really looking the shelves surrounding them. She doesn't quite agree with Jules, however, in the sense that it's a learning experience, because she can't really be bothered to translate a traumatic event into learning experience, In a way, it is, no doubt, but for Em, well... She would only go as far as making this a learning experience in the sense that she has learned to avoid everything the Gardens throw at her. And wash them away with wine and cigarettes. Keep to try and maintain a routine, some sort of normality amidst the crazy happenings.

Her eyes go back to Jules once she starts talking again, and although she still looks a bit distant from reality, she is listening to her words. She shrugs a little bit at the tap of the glass and as if to illustrate a point, picks hers up and takes a sip.

"Mine's rather half-empty, I'm afraid," in truth, she considers herself a realist. However, for some people outside, she really is a bit of a pessimist, even if down-to-Earth instead of a chaos and drama inducing pessimist. "But I suppose we have to manage."