Emily
As Emily flew up and away from the scene, she did what she could to shout a warning back down to Mordred.
"Run!" she shouted as best she could before turning her gaze downwards.
The sight that met her eyes, of the woman choking Mordred as the latter struggled to break free, stopped her cold.
Emily quickly sorted through her Contracts, racking her mind to see if there was anything she could do to help Mordred. To her frustration, there was nothing she could do.
Turning away, Emily sped away from the whole scene with the speed of a gale-force wind.
Priorities. Priorities. I've got money, Glamour, and Goblin Fruits. I need clothes, food, and a place to stay.
Speeding through the city, Emily soon found what she was looking for.
Huh, who would have thought they'd have Targets here. Then again, given that I know next to nothing about this place...
Swooping down, Emily slipped into through a ventilation fan, navigating the ducts therein as she tried to make her way back to the changing rooms. Those would be the best place to appear from, perhaps someone would question a customer appearing who they hadn't seen entering the store, but that in itself was highly unlikely.
However, it would seem that fate had other plans in store for her. To her relief, she managed to find a grating over top of a changing room. To her surprise, the Contract chose that exact instant to wear off, with Emily popping back into corporeal existence just above an grate that was most certainly not designed to support her weight. This became evident when said grate gave out from under her, Emily having only time for a short yelp before fell through.
Fortunately, something broke her fall. Or rather, someone. Specifically, a scruffy Caucasian man in a dark hoodie and baggy jeans. The Changeling lay there for a moment, dazed, before recovering enough to recognize her current situation.
"Thanks," Emily says, blushing slightly out of embarrassment as she hops up off of the man and helps him up, "Sorry about that..."
With that, she trails off, unable to find a way to reason out the current situation. To make matters worse, there were two people watching them.
"Umm...Friends of yours?" Emily asks tentatively, taking a moment to dust Law off.