"Yeah, sorry, it's been doing that all night. Probably something with the keg."

Emma's standing well back now to take in the details and try to keep her composure. Okay, never leaving the house without her gun and/or sword again, and why's her tablet so far away, and who could she call for back up anyway? Lastly she really should not have had that tequilla shot because it's making her say more words.

"What're you gonna do, beat me into a bloody pulp over it?"