Huh. Well, I can't blame you for forgettin'.
The name's Emerson, by the way. I run and armory over on the west side of the city. And, if you see a girl named Nacci floatin' around, she's my own.
But, uh, please don't use your magnetism on her...
*After speaking, he looks her directly in the eyes, and his own switch from brown to red. Suddenly, Em seemingly vanishes from the room.*