Gemotions

"Well, this is an interesting development," Emily murmured, looking at the ceiling. The confined space of the elevator had a metallic tang to it, something she hadn't noticed before.

She heard her pulse, a steady drumbeat in her ears. She knew from experience that panic would not help.

She began to mentally catalog the items in her bag. Pen, check. Notebook, check. Granola bar. She took the bar out and unwrapped it slowly, the crinkling of the wrapper the only sound for a moment. "Want a bite?" she asked, offering the bar to John.