Emma smiled at Jon, a reassuring smile, reminiscent of her mother. The last thing that she wanted to do was make the man feel bad, especially since he just about saved her life.

"Emma works, but I'm sorry. It isn't my place to dictate what you should call me. I just have issues with my family, but that's not on you," Emma sighed softly. "I'm not really comfortable with who my parents are, you understand?"