None of it is for show, she knows that, but Emma feels it would be disrespectful not to watch so she does. The prince's movements are very efficient, economical even, and she speculates on how many times she's going to end up on her ass here. Her guess is a lot.

At the request takes a breath and moves to face him, lets her arms hang loose at her sides and rolls her shoulders, assessing. Scars over scars over scars, going for the side with the missing arm is obvious so she should do the opposite, or is that more obvious? Would she be analyzing this under normal circumstances...what were normal circumstances? What would she do if he were standing between her and...something important?

With a small shuffle of hesitation Emma steps out with her left foot, left arm half-raised in defense before springing off her right foot, right fist following through to jab him in the lower ribs, below the stump.

Not her best but her instinct.