<span style="color: blue">"Thanks Ranger-Fuck...i like you too.." </span>Emma snarls as she looks behind her. Fully aware of who Darion is talking to.<span style="color: blue">"Get yr' pecker out of yr' hand , you'll go blind."</span>She of course was referring to the gun..not his..well...<br/><br/>She hears Jynx's little squeak, she turns to her -ducking her head around the hallway. She holds up a finger to indicate the extravagant woman should give her 'a moment'. Who the fuck Emma was to order ANYONE around was yet to be seen, but...she simply didn't give a shit.  She pushes Ranger-fuck out of the way, kneeling infront of the tiny pink haired girl. She smiles a bit, and reaches a hand out to adjusts the girls pink hair to its upright position.  At least one of them ought to look proper. She gives the girl a grin, unsure of why she found the slight admission so very endearing. Maybe everyone had the wrong idea about this kid...and that was something Emma certainly understood.  She'd been this bad off before, maybe worse. Beaten to within an ounce of her life...but this girl..was very different.  Whatever deal had to be struck to keep her ass alive..would include the ghoul, and now the pink haired girl.<i>'Yr' growning soft ...first the ghoul now the maniac...you need to get laid.'</i>she thinks to her self, pulling the girls hand up and smiling wide at her, helping the girl to pat her slumped over blue Mohawk .<span style="color: blue"> "There. Petted. "</span>She gives the girl a look, implying 'This isn't over.' but being unable to say such things at this moment - as there were more pressing matters to attend to . She stands to her full height, and glares at Darion,<span style="color: blue">"Ranger fuck...be a dear? Watch her till someone more capable shows up , while I make nice with our ..erm..hostess."</span><br/><br/>Emma sways her hips rhythmically from side to side as she strolls back in to the room, exuding a feminine mystique most would assume she didn't possess. She slowly and assuredly lowers her self in to the over-sized couch<span style="color: blue">"Alright lady...Who the fuck are you, why the fuck am i here...and more importantly, how the holy FUCK do you know who I am?" </span><br/><br/>Emma eyes the strange painted woman, never taking her gaze totally  off the doorway...<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Better still....the fuck do you want?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>