"I'd be happy to make my point clearer, but you know what they say about scaring the horses," she says. Despite the lightness of her tone, she feels abruptly melancholy on behalf of a woman she's never seen or met, asleep perhaps, lost in her own dreams and decay. Poor Emily. But she also can't take herself away from Lester, no more than she could from Major Nye or Elizabeth. She kisses him again, willing the thoughts to be dealt with later.