Emma nods, trusting that he's not bragging about his memory. It's a silly thing to lie about, especially to a telepath. She takes the seat across from him, whether he likes it or not. Now she has his attention, at least. "If I know my people we'll do what we can to ensure things go as chaotically as possible. Foiling timelines is something of a hobby to my adopted son. It can't be that hard."