Emily looked around, scanning the crowd. There didn't seem to be an inordinate amount of vampires to her, but she figured her threshold for the undead was probably a bit higher than Mary's.

Emily: "Well, people like vampires I guess. And it does sort of fit in with the song."
Mary: "People have no idea what real vampires are like. They're not these wonderfully romantic … romance things. And they have bad breath."
Emily: "Well Tristan & James are vampires and you don't seem overly bothered by them."

Mary: "Since when is James not overly bothersome? If all I needed was a wooden stake, I could quit keeping Bayer in business. Anyway, Tristan may be all pasty and full of angst, but he's not wearing fangs with his costume so he doesn't count."
Emily: "I suppose."

Elise: "Since you're all going to continue to ruin my work with your incessant chattering, why don't we all take five? When we start again, I expect nothing less than full cooperation."

James: "Peachpie, can you help me in the other room with… something? I need a uh… thing."
Emily: "Sure, I'd be happy to help."

Emily followed James into a secluded corner of the studio behind some props and extra set pieces. Her curiosity was overwhelming, trying to figure out what James could possibly need her help with. As they rounded the corner she was surprised to find Tristan leaning against the wall. James looked around to make sure they were alone before he turned his attention to her.

James: "Listen, pumpkin nut, we need to talk to you."
Emily: "Ok."

She tried her best to sound cool and collected, and not at all like she was ready to bolt out the door and straight on 'til morning. She felt just like she did the time she'd broken one of Mrs. McMally's better dishes.

James: "How much do you know?"

Emily blinked hard, her face contorting in complete confusion. Panic set in- she felt oddly compelled to rattle off her name, rank, and serial number but couldn't remember any of them. She only managed to get out a somewhat strangled 'uh' sound.

Tristan: "You know what we are, don't you."

Suddenly, everything fell into place with an almost audible snap. She nodded slowly, the panic being replaced by giddy relief. When she finally got enough sense back to speak, her voice was breathless.

Emily: "Vampires…"
James: "How long have you known?"

Emily glanced sideways at Tristan, almost as if she were ashamed to make eye contact.

Emily: "I started to wonder… back when you got sick, Tristan. People, normal people, just don't…"

Her voice trailed off as she felt the sting of loss all over again. She stared at the fog on the floor, willing herself to feel as vacant and unassuming as the swirls before her. Finally, she was able to continue with comfortable detachment.

Emily: "After that I sort of suspected you must be as well, James. Especially since you were so adamant that Mary & I were insane."
James: "Does she know?"

Emily looked up sharply.

Emily: "No. And whatever you do, do NOT tell her! I don't need to deal with her freaking out right now."
James: "Don't worry, we won't tell her."

Tristan: "You're handling it really well."
Emily: "You're still my friends, still the same people you were 10 minutes ago before I knew for sure."
Tristan: "Not everyone feels that way."

Emily: "Who else knows?"
Tristan: "Markus."
Emily: "What about-"
Tristan: "Andrew doesn't know, and we'd appreciate it if he didn't find out."

Emily was startled by the obvious venom in his voice, but didn't have time to wonder about it before she realized James was talking again.

James: "…get back to the set before someone comes looking for us."
Emily: "Probably a good idea."