Clover decided it best not to try and explain that it wasn’t simply that she didn’t like how she was being treated. But, maybe she’d bite. She needed someone who was comfortable enough with the tense strangeness around this place to offer a friendly word. She’d try it, too.
"Okay," she said aloud, not explaining her internal negotiations with herself. "Clover," she returned the greeting, taking her hand very tentatively—not too much enthusiasm. She was cautious, but bright-eyed, focused now.
"Pleasure to meet you, miss Clover. You've got a lovely name." Her smile brightened as she gave the girl a gentle yet firm shake of hand, releasing after a moment and placing her own hands back within her pockets. "It's almost lunch. Want to get a bite and I'll take you to wherever you need to be?" Em was always one to warm up, seeing as not many others did in the Dome. Then again, the Dome was all business, after all.
