It wasn't actually ammunition, or at least Emerald hadn't thought of it as that until she saw what it had actually done to Neo. Maybe her brains were still scrambled a little and she was actually trying to pay her a compliment, or... well. Whatever. Didn't matter, because it was already out there in the open, and it apparently wasn't bad enough to get Neo to, like, start fighting her again or anything.

"Right," she agreed, holding back the easy comment about talking. Letting it hang in the air awkwardly was pretty miserable, but she knew that they'd have problems really doing any effective talking until they actually got into the bar. "We can pick this up when we're back inside," she said, and for the moment, Em held her tongue. And followed, like she was good at doing, like she had practice doing. Gods, she really didn't have anyone here, did she? Better not let that one set in.