The woman paused in her attempts to slip her jacket on; apparently she wasn't as quiet as she thought. That, or she was apparently losing her touch -- which brought a momentary frown to settle on her lips. After a long moment, her hand came up to brush back her golden curls, but a shake of her head settled. " Sorry, I can't. It's probably best that I leave. " Her tone was almost apologetic. Emma did not take well to company of any sorts and she could only handle it for so long. That was what something like pain and loneliness brought upon her.