"And yet," she repeats with a wry smile, accepting the roll. "Thanks, my covert ops skills are a little rusty."

Still Cain's presence causes her to relax a bit aince the big guy's still got a little Cool Grandma vibe going on. It's reassuring, as is the casual conversation and the offer to give her pointers. Sort of like Henry telling her which "character" everyone was, only...okay it's only vaguely like that but Emma's mind is almost constantly going back to her son.

Brave face. Ask question.

"I've met most of them, I think. Not tall, pale, and creepy over there, or...the one with the nice earrings." That'll be Bags, and then she nods to Brothers Cabal at the bar. "Or those two guys."