Loretta made a laugh that seemed to be a little bit on the crazy side, her cackle sounding as gritty as the Mojave itself. That was one part of Emma she would never be able to have enough of, that woman was as witty as... well, she didn't know what, but she sure was witty. "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, I guess you're right. Doesn't make what he said right, but I still can't blame him. It's just me on that one, I guess,</span>" she said, putting a hand on the back of her head for a few seconds before letting it fall.<br/><br/>When Emma made that little slip of the tongue, it now having been loosened by the liquor, Loretta's face seemed to soften, and her eyes grew solemn. It looked like something had gone and made her heart skip a beat or two, and her normally icy blue eyes had a new glimmer to them. She'd never thought that Emma would have... would have...<i>loved</i>her. It made her stomach knot up a bit, and suddenly, their relationship had gained a whole new meaning. Loretta remained quiet until Emma spoke up again with her fatalistic doubts of their survival. Loretta put a hand on Emma's shoulder and looked her square in the eye. "<span style="color: purple">Already told you, ain't nobody gonna touch you. You wanna live, you put all that hate in each and every shot you make, every bomb you set off, every time you beat their skulls in, they won't even get close enough to so much as think they've got you by the time they're dead,</span>" she said confidently. She looked back at the campfires, and stared hard, as if she would have seen each and every one of the faces of the Legionnaires and with their visage, their vile deeds as well. She would kill them all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>