Hemlock hates that sorrow. Sorrow is a hair's-breadth from pity, and she doesn't want either. She scowls up at the older woman, with more anger than she feels, trying to look tough. "Yeah?" Then, looking closer and with a little less aggression, "You're Emily Finch, right? Your dad used to work with my dad." Before. Before Emily had been Reaped, before Hemlock's parents had sent her away, before Uncle Grange had got himself crippled. Hemlock tries not to think much about before, but it can't be helped sometimes.