"How about you get over your deadbeat biological father and quit bitching about that?" Em mutters, under her breath, glaring daggers at the back of the blond's head. "Max froze it, in case you were wondering, Travers," she announces, loudly so. Truth be told, she's kind of hoping he punches him or something. God knows he deserves it. With an eyeroll, Emmeline turns, deciding to approach her redheaded sister. It looks like Jace is avoiding her, which is - well, confusing. "...want another drink?" Em raises her eyebrows, not failing to see how quickly she chugged her beverage.