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If Emelyn hadn't an idea what sort of animal Bobby was turning into before- there would be no doubting after watching the eating display of such gusto, coupled with the nature of her altered features, that it was likely some manner of pig. Emelyn never ceased to be amazed at the new depths of depravity that Moreau would stoop to. No woman ever wants to be known as a pig... and here, he was transforming one into just such a thing- irrevocably. As she had before, the hedgehog-girl praised whatever twist of fate had caused Aubrey to reach for the hedgehog serum on the shelf.

"I'm sorry you had to find your way here," Emelyn said. "What was Moreau's ploy in your case?"

"Mm... no, I don't think I've met anyone named Billy," Emelyn said, musing on the names of the islanders she knew. "Seems like there are more of us every day. ...But wait, you said you were chasing him? Does that mean you're a police officer?" Bobby's words caught up with her, and Emelyn couldn't help but ask- after all, it was just too cruel if Moreau had turned a police officer into a pig. ...Wasn't it?

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry, Bobby," she said, using the woman's first name as if they were already well-acquainted. "That's awful. ...You have children?" Her voice was sad and soft- the idea of Moreau tearing people away from their children was inexcusable- monstrous. ...It was bad enough that she herself had been spirited away, Emelyn thought- she didn't have any family left, sans those strange uncles and distant cousins that peppered the family tree with a little quirky insanity 'branches'.... but to take someone from their children. ...It was inexcusable. Whatever negative feelings Emelyn'd had for Moreau were now compounded- tripled, even.

"How old are they?"

"Well, I have hope that one day you'll see them again. ...Moreau can't last forever- and neither can this reign of terror." She tried to keep herself from staring at the constant onslaught of food being consumed... but finally just accepted that Bobby wouldn't likely be offended by this opening curiousity. "By the way..." she said, "If you're ever out on the beach, say, and are hungry or just want to chat, I'm right up the easy slope of the mountain in a cave. I have plenty of food stores and would enjoy the company."

Emelyn laughed at the joke, realizing that it was less at Bobby's expense than evidence that the woman was beginning to move into an acceptance phase.

"I believe it. Then again, I also believe I once had real hair, rather than this mess," she joked lightly, tossing her head and exhibiting the slow follow of the heavy proto-quills.

"And I eat pretty much anything," she said, shrugging. "Omnivorous, just like you. I've been missing those things you can't get out here, though- like larger fresh fruit, and bigger portions of meat." She didn't mention Bobby's invite to the village, just as a matter of courtesy. Emelyn knew that there was practically nothing that would get her to step foot inside that encampment- but there was no need to seem rude to her new acquaintance.

"Psh!" Em laughed, most of it just a sound carried on the underbelly of a laugh. "I don't even try to brush this mess anymore. It's more spines than hair, anyway. ...If you don't mind my asking," she started, changing the subject slightly, "how many times have you transformed now? Just the once?"

It was indeed a massive derriere, Em thought- but knew better than to voice it out loud. "Well... on the slightly, infintesimly bright side- you now have an excuse to eat whatever and whenever you want. You're destined to gain weight, after all- so at least you can do it in style," she suggested.