Ema grabbed things and hung on until she was hanging by her fingernails from the ceiling. Though usually in a more metaphorical sense. She looked interested, though, and not thinking so hard about what had happened; both were a marked improvement.

Then again, Lana had occasionally been accused of stubbornness herself. She admired Renji's patience, and appreciated it, as Ema's questioning could -- and had -- made grown men weep, though for very different reasons than Lana's turns at interrogation.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. I think we've both got enough to practice, and I expect you have things to attend to." She wouldn't dwell on the fact that, at night, she and Ema were both pretty much useless; it didn't help to think about it, and if they couldn't be helpful, at least they could learn to avoid slowing anyone down.