Loretta crossed her arms. "<span style="color: purple">Alright, you heard the lady. If you want a ride in my car, I've got the room for four plus the driver. It's first-come-first-serve on this one,</span>" she called out to everyone in the room. "<span style="color: purple">In the meantime, I'm probably going to need more ammo if this one's as hard as I think it'll be. About another two bandoliers oughta do...</span>"<br/><br/>She stepped from the room and walked a bit before she saw Emma and Becca, talking with each other. Well, more like Emma talking to Becca, but still. Conversation.<br/><br/>Stepping by the two politely, Loretta said to Emma softly, "<span style="color: purple">Sorry about the bitching back there. I don't do well with stupidity that does nobody any good,</span>" and continued to her room. She left the door open, but she didn't care much. She was checking her shotgun, making sure that it was in as good of shape as it could be, and counting her shots she had left.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>