Any normal person would feel some shame for asking randomly about these peoples deeply held religious beliefs. Of course Emma didn’t really have any shame…ever. She looks at Loretta and blushes..Well…mostly ever.  She gives her friend a slight sheepish grin as Jason Bright goes on about his beliefs. These people were certified as batshit crazy, and she’d have to be –super- fucking drunk . She takes her drink from the glowing ghoul and nods a quiet,<span style="color: blue"> “Thankyou.”</span>She downs the drink, then another.  She’s on her fourth, while  Loretta and Jason are on their first.<br/><br/>Emma doesn’t know what to say, so she figures anything is better then silence.<span style="color: blue">“You guys have any sort of tactical advantages we could know about? High ground,  a choke point I could set up some landmines?”</span>She downs another shot and turns the glass upside down. She should take it easy.<span style="color: blue">“A place we could rest for a few hours..maybe have a shower?”  </span>Her brow raises as she hopes against hope.<span style="color: blue">“I mean..we got a bit before the legion is here right?”</span><br/><br/>She’s on edge ..she has been since they got here. She looks to Loretta and immediately feels relaxed. Loretta has always been there for her. She opens the bottle and looks to Jason Bright, pouring another shot of brandy and digging in her pocket for a smoke. Only two left. One if you didn’t count her ‘lucky’ smoke…she never smoked her lucky smoke.  She shoves it back in her pocket and goes back to looking at Loretta.<span style="color: blue">“Fuck the shower, you just got someplace we could rest fr’ a bit?” </span>She asks, hoping to maybe just take the bottle and have a few minutes with her self...ok..Loretta could come too.  Why Loretta immediatly made her feel comforted and the need to sleep was a mystery...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>