Emma is standing in the kitchen trying to open a microwave dinner. Her pale skin is visibly red with a blush, and she's breathing a bit heavily. She fumbles with the packaging, frustrated. Her hands don't seem to work today- she's having difficulty with something so simple. Finally she gets it open, and with a loud groan throws the frozen dinner into the microwave. She finally notices you. "Oh, hey, man. I don't know if I'm sick or something. You might want to stay away. I'm feeling really weird, like hot all the time. I don't know. Just really weird, ok?" she tugs her collar away from her chest as if to prove the point, and you briefly see that the tops of her tits are also blushing a deep red.