[ Ema would rather get the gory details from a stranger than Mr. Wright's protégé, that's for sure. He's one of a small percentage of people she anticipates having to see once they make it past this nightmare, and she'd rather keep it as non-weird as possible between them. ]

Aha. A pincer attack, you mean. See? You're getting crabbier by the second.

[ If it seems like she's worked past her awful mood in short time, it's because she's dealt with feeling crabby for ages now. But Apollo would know about that. ]

It's worth a try. Okay, I'll go at them from that end. Look alive!

[ She runs off to try and start corralling crabs toward Apollo!! ]