Emma stands off to the side, her gaze fixed on her phone as her fingers hover over the screen, typing away in deep thought. She wears a quiet expression, her long hair partially covering her face, adding to the air of solitude she carries.

Despite the world moving around her, Emma remains in her own space, disconnected from the conversation and activity around her. Her eyes occasionally flicker up, as if momentarily lost in the moment, but she quickly returns to her phone, her gaze lowered.

She glances up at you with a soft, almost shy look, not quite meeting your eyes. "Oh... hey," she says, her voice quiet, as though she wasn’t expecting anyone to interrupt her quiet moment. "Sorry, just thinking... What’s up?"