Lots of information. Neo was always good at that. Emerald wasn't exactly feeling a drink right now—she figured it was probably better to keep herself as lucid as possible, especially after how these two had gotten here in the first place—but she still sipped at her own politely enough while she read over what Neo had to debrief her on.

Reading the part about Cinder sent her on a face journey that she wasn't necessarily sure how to define. It was probably... better that she wasn't here, yeah, but it really did leave Emerald with. With Neo as her only touchstone to what her life used to be. And that's one hell of a connection to be hanging on to, considering how long it had been since they'd actually interacted at all. And whether they could be considered friends in the first place, or if Neo was just working on her own schemes, whatever they were.

And then Red. And Red's sister. And she scanned through the list of other people here, and it was great to know that just because someone was dead didn't mean they couldn't appear in this weird, messed up place, but her brain still focused on Yang so hard that her hand holding the glass began to tremble. "I don't know what Ruby's sister did to Cinder, but she and I have a score to settle. Do you know where they're all holed up?"