Hunters. Regular hunters - idiots, apparently, if they were shooting at her instead of whatever animal they were looking for. Emma released a heavy breath, relaxing, and then moved to step out from behind the tree. She raised her hands in a gesture of passive surrender.

"Don't shoot," She started definitively, then moved to step in closer, trying to get a better look at them and size them up. "Again." She added as a peeved afterthought, lips pursing. "I'm not armed, I'm just trying to find something that should be in these woods." She glanced between them. "And it kind of sounds like you are, too."