Those in town acted like Rosalind didn't exist, let alone acknowledge that they'd even hired her. Locked out of her email, Emery didn't have proof to wave in their faces of the job offer she'd got that had her exclaiming in glee in a time that seemed so long ago now. He wanted to scream. Grab them tight by the shoulders and shake so hard their teeth rattled and they just gosh damn admitted that they had done something to his sister. Just thinking about it had him gritting his teeth and digging blunt nails into the fabric of his shirt. Squeeze, dig, he could feel little crescents being left in his skin, his infuriation at those just not willing to help bubbling in his chest. Just where was the compassion in the world; where were those willing to help their fellow sims out in a time of need? Perhaps they thought that nonchalance would convince him to give up his personal quest to locate his missing sibling and go away. To leave and to stop prying into business that didn't concern him. He wasn't a Strangerville native - he didn't understand the nuances of small town life. Perhaps they thought the same of his Rosalind - that she was just some city girl who was too big for the red sandy town who probably just went back to the big city where she belonged.
Eyes dropped closed, he tried to let the hum of the engine soothe him. He was somewhere between drifting off and staying angry when he caught Dax talking to him again. Not small talk, either. Further acknowledgement that Emery wasn't going mad. Shuffling on his seat to sit a little more upright, he cracked one eye open and watched Dax with curious scepticism as he talked about was going on beyond the steel door that hid all of Emery's answers. "Rosalind's always had a conscience," he grumbled at Dax, aggrieved that the man was lumping his sister in with those other lab-coated slimy science nerds. The trial off at the end, however, was not a soothing balm as the other words had been. "She's not dead." Even in his worn out state, caught up in his own suffering, Emery said those three words with determination. "I went in there - she has to be behind that big door." Might as well let out his beans, spill them for this Samaritan in the rain.
Warming up just a little now, he loosened up those tight limbs. Fingers raked through his hair, the mulberry clumps sticking at odd ankles. He couldn't go back now, he was too soaked through and tired. He doubted Dax would turn the car around if he asked; he doubted Dax would turn the car around if he pleaded; he doubted Dax would turn the car around if he made a leap from the moving vehicle. Tilting his head to look at him fully, he pondered just how much more help this grumpy looking guy would be. "Thanks," he murmured. "You're the first person who hasn't just shot me down and told me to go away." There was a bunch of strange equipment in the trailer - perhaps he could get a few of those listening devices from Erwin and plant them onto the lab coats. "How come you know they're up to stuff? You don't look exactly like the other military types that I've seen wandering around. The one's in black even stole my refrigerator!"