Emily *what tf does she expect me to say: I don't know what you mean
JJ: You came of of a desk job, now your in the fieild surrounded by mutilated bodies and you don't even flinch
Hotch, Ominously, behind her: She's right you don't even blink
Emily, *I still don't know what to say, ohh yeah I never had a desk job, I worked internationally to hunt terrorists and I have probably save your lives countless times without you guys know, except I can't tell you that cause its classified. : I guess I compartmentalise better than most