[ It's a surprisingly kind offer, coming from someone she just met. Ema would normally be inclined to pass -- she's not sure when she got so allergic to interacting with new people -- but the reality of her situation weighs heavy on her, and there's a good chance she'll have to get creative about her food in the very near future.

She looks at Lys for a moment, trying to read for some kind of ulterior motive. Deciding that there's nothing there but an honest effort to help, she relaxes, a small smile softening her features. ]

I'll have to take you up on that sometime. A professional can never know too much, after all.

[ Immediate survival needs aside, you never know when a murder will happen at some campsite or survivalist's hovel. Anyway, if she's going to accept Lys as her eventual tutor, she should probably introduce herself properly. ]

My name is Ema, by the way. Ema Skye. I might not know much about camping, but I'm your woman if you want to unravel a crime scene. Scientifically, that is.