Emma is a bit uneasy with all of this, but honestly, when hasn't she been uneasy as of late?<br/><br/>Until Explosives are mentioned. She perks up like a trained dog being offered a bone .  She beams widely,<span style="color: blue"> "Wait. You're arming me? What are we talkin' about here?  Mini Nukes?  Grenades? Cherry bombs? Bottle Cap mines? A fat man?! A Fan mine!? OO! Nuka Grenades!" </span>She starts to count off on her fingers as a childlike grin plays over her face. This is the happiest anyone has -ever- seen Emma.<span style="color: blue">"I'm going to need all the Abraxo this place has , a shit load of tin cans, some Nuka Cola Quantum from the vending machines , oh! And  Turpentine...wait..you might not have that.... Ok , that liquor from the bar might work in a pinch.." </span><br/><br/>She's almost blissfully ignorant of the plan as she continues to rattle on.  Grinning as she  focuses on the prospect of possibly blowing something to bits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>