The breath sucked out of her as she caught sight of the gun, and Emma's hands immediately raised in a motion of surrender. She watched Max carefully, trying to measure whether or not he was trying to get control or actually planned to shoot her, as well as whether or not she could believe him (sense motive 27).

"Explain what things?" Her tone was placating as she lowered herself to the couch without taking her eyes off of him. Her movements were measured and slow. In hindsight, this hadn't been her best plan, coming into his place without any form of back-up, but Emma hadn't had enough time to get used to the luxury of having it ever.