Getting back in the swing of things had been hard for Saira. And this time, that didn't mean getting used to school life 2 years ahead of when she last knew it. No, this meant... getting back on the pulse of rumors and the 'resistance'. It took doing, usually a lot of listening around and nigh-stalking (Saira was just /not/ socially-apt enough to ask about all the rumors herself and actually get them told to her, sadly), but she had done it. She got another lead. A girl who was providing goods, somehow, contraband comfort items, various knick-knacks, other resources that just weren't easily gotten. Someone like that had to have some kind of superior position from which to accomplish that, so Saira figured that it was her duty to meet. She wasn't sure if she wanted to 'buy' anything, but she did know that she had to at least make contact.

All of this, was why there was now a tan-skinned girl in a casual orange blouse and khaki skirt, knocking on Emilia's door.

Emi answers the door after just a moment, immediately flooding Saira with a good taste of country music, Waylon Jennings. She offers the girl a smile and steps back. "Well, you don't look terribly dangerous, come on in darlin." she says, gesturing. "And tell me, what brings you to my door today, hmm?" Emilla herself is rather tanned, though instead of an orange blouse she's wearing her favorite white tank top and a pair of jean shorts. Daisy Dukes someone might call them. "Please, sit down." she says.

The room itself is rather organized, though there's certainly no contraband to be found! At least not out in the open. A clever girl wouldn't keep her stuff there, would she? "I can only assume you know what my name is..so why don't we start with you telling me yours, before you tell me why you came here."

Saira sat down, though for one reason or another, she looked surprised at what she eventually ran into. Nonetheless, this was the room, this was the person... so, almost a bit sheepishly, she sat down, and began to respond tentatively. "Saira Nejem, that's my name. Despite it, I'm... second-generation, from New York." Her accent was hard to place. In fact, it was extremely subtle, only barely sounding like one that might fit her city of origin - and clearly not that of someone from an Arabic-speaking country. "Anyway, I... just heard things, and wanted to confirm them. You... deal in things, no? I'm not sure just how broad the menu is, but that isn't quite my goal, either. I actually just wanted to meet someone who had more..." Saira's hand raised and sort of played its fingers around, as she tried to express something she couldn't fit a word to easily. "I don't know, access? To things."

Emilla settles herself down, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her knees. She smiles sweetly at the girl, nodding her head as she listens. "Pleasure to meet you Saira." she says. "And of course, you know that I'm Emilla and.." She leans forwards a little. "I am the girl to come to, if there is something you need. Though I hope you're not expecting miracles or anything! It can be...difficult to get things here." She shrugs and leans back once more. "What do you think you might be interested in?" she asks. "Pretty thing like you..well..I imagine you have some rather fun tastes, don't you?" she says.

Saira let out a little indecisive hum, while she herself shuffled her legs around a little in her sitting posture. The suggestions made... well, didn't really help her feel any less nervous, though. In fact, it made her blush pretty brightly, and knit her hands together. "Wha... fun tastes? I'm... no, I'm... pretty boring. I just play some computer games and read a lot. I sorta look like the type anyway, aheh?" She pushed up her glasses with a finger, as if to emphasize what she meant.

...But then, her tone became a little more serious. As serious, anyway, as the girl could manage while looking so embarrassed. "But I uh, actually came here because I figured someone with your connections might be able to help, somehow, with the..." Saira squeezed her hands, which had re-knit after the glasses-push maneuver. "The whole monster problem. I don't think we can win, but anything to make it a little easier to fight back...?"

Emilla nods her head quickly. "Mmhmm! The sexy librarian sort." she says. "Repressed and in desperate need for release." All these comments are bringing such a lovely blush to Saira that Emilla simply can't bring herself to stop. Still, that easy little grin of hers fades as Saira becomes a bit more business like. "Right...Monsters." she says, as if she completely didn't believe Saira. "Monsters..." One could just hear the doubt in her voice.

And then she grins again. "Well, I'm not sure how you figure I can help. I mean, I get pulled off into the shadows and fucked against the wall as easily as the next girl." she says, waving her hand. "Besides, fighting back is kinda difficult when you're stuck on an island with no way off, at the mercy of creatures bigger and stronger and faster and smarter than you are. So, we must make do with our small entertainments, and that's where I come in. Still, information..." she says slowly, considering.

Saira nodded at that, but her gaze still went back and forth shiftily. That, and she wasn't looking any less embarrassed, either. Someone like this, so... so... forward? Snappy? Something. Something Saira couldn't put her finger on, really. "Yeah, information, I guess, would be the best thing. I... er. I sometimes obsess over the defense thing a bit too much. I know it's probably futile, but I'd rather not give up. Giving up hope... nngh. Pretty bad. But I don't want to become a heartless bitch who only fights, either, so I guess you do have a point. Small entertainments, and all that."

A long sigh, before she looked a bit closer at Emilia. Nerves were still present in her voice. "You seem to think you know what I'd want, though."

Emilla gives Saira a rather large grin as she watches the other woman squirm around. "Well, let's see...what would you want.." she muses, slowly rising to her feet and beginning to walk over to Saira and around her. "I think...you'd want..." She reaches down, fingers brushing over the woman's shoulder. "As I said, the sexy librarian sort." she says. "Especially with those glasses. I bet you need some fuzzy handcuffs." She nods and gives the other girl a rather large grin. "What do you think? Like I said, small entertainment."

While she let most of the conversation go past her, knowing that it was just the girl's musings... which may or may not really be at all accurate... There was one thing that made Saira suddenly pay a lot more attention. The contact. The brush against her shoulder. It almost made the girl wonder if maybe, just maybe, Emilia was coming on to her? ...Probably, though it's never good to just assume that sort of thing. So with a deep blush on her features...

"I... I guess that one might... work."

She allows a small giggle to leave her lips as she steps up behind Saira, she leans down against the girl's back, pressing her breasts against Saira's head. "Fuzzy handcuffs? Oh my...can I interest you in a rather...interesting film or two as well?" she whispers. "I imagine I can find one about sexy librarians like you." She lets her hands drop down to the other girl's shoulders for a moment. "Though I suppose you're not a librarian really. But we can imagine can't we?"

Saira's breathing quickened when she felt the breasts on her head, but she... well okay, she tried to remain relatively calm. It didn't work that well. "I'm a... scientist. Archaeologist. Uh... I'm not sure I need a film or anything... lots of the real thing or the... real scary thing if I... want it, you know? Aheh, aheh. Nothing could hide the fact that the girl was very nervous, though!

Emilla presses herself even closer to Saira. "Ooo, that's even better." she purrs. "I can just imagine you all dusty and sweaty..." She leans down and gently nips at the other girl's ear gently. "And I know what you mean..so easy to find yourself in what must look like the setting in one of those films, isn't it?" she whispers. "Still a lot of fun to watch them. Why, I even have a small collection of films made by students here..." Her hands slide down those shoulders, avoiding Saira's breasts for the time being. "And some of them are very, very fun to watch."

Now Saira was getting out-and-out flustered, rather than merely a bit nervous. Leaning in further, talking about things like that, it made her feel pretty weird... And then a quick gasp showed that just now, she noticed the nibbling at her ear! The poor girl was now blushing very brightly, and quivering where she sat. Any attempt to speak was stammered and uncertain.

"But I... don't need to, I ah... well uh... you're... uh going to make that... not... er... nece... ssary?" Very, very stammered at that. Saira didn't know what to do about this kind of behavior, actually, and as such tensed up a little just by reflex. Which... just happened to also push her a bit further into Emilia's arms.

She can't help but release a wicked little giggle in Saira's ear. Her hands slowly move, sliding underneath the girl's breasts and then upwards until she's cupping that soft flesh. "Well..probably not." she admits. "Depends on what you like to do or see." Another small nip is given to Saira's ear. "Don't be nervous darlin...I'm not going to hurt you or anything, it's just not often I find someone sexy like you are in my room." There's lots of sexy girls on campus, but how many librarian sorts?

"Ah!" Saira shivered at the touch, though almost seemed to relax. In... body, anyway. Her voice, though, showed her obvious nerves. "I... don't know, really. I've never, uh, taken the lead. Er, in that way. I don't think I like to, actually... So I guess it's something you'd come up with, and uh... I guess that'd feel like you were... doing to me? I don't know, sorry." Of course, for all of how nervous she was, Saira almost felt... tensed with something else. Excitement?