[ emma actually finds herself taken aback by faraday's tone. he's usually so nonchalant, and to see that insouciant demeanor fall away and expose a side of the gambler emma had yet to experience...that was disconcerting. she wonders if it's the genuine severity of the upcoming battle that hits him, same as it's resonated with her. she knows that a great deal of people are going to die, people she's come to care for, that have been as much of her home as the place itself, but this, this is worth it. these risks they're taking, all for the sake of rose creek and everything it symbolizes to them, it's worth it..

and maybe she'll die. any of them could die, but she chooses to believe in what they're doing, and she'll be damned if it's not worth laying down her life to take a stand with others beside something righteous and good. ]

I won't let him. Not for a second.

[ oh, sam could worry over her as much as he pleased, but that wouldn't make one smidgen's difference in what she planned to do. they needed every last gun in that fight, and she refused to put others at risk just because sam wanted her safely hidden and out of the way.

she'd prove herself to him, if she had to. she wasn't sure how, but if he asked what good she'd be on that battlefield, she'd sure as hell show him.

faraday's next words, however, get a bemused look out of emma. she raises an eyebrow at him, cocking her head as she considers the taller man. ]

What would you have me call you, then? I thought "mister" was mighty polite in comparison to other things I've heard thrown your way.

[ there's a flash of sass in emma's voice, her hands settling on her hips as she looks up at him. ]