Following Simon out of the car, Loretta checked her shotgun and cocked it to make sure it was ready for fire. She stood by the doctor's side, his well-being as her main priority for the time. "<span style="color: purple">Loretta, check.</span>"<br/><br/>She frowned when the cigarette was lit. She could deal with cigars of any and all kinds, but for some reason, a cigarette just smelled so much more bitter and acrid. She could deal, though. "<span style="color: purple">Yo Simon, you might wanna put that out before he head inside. The cherry'll give us away in the dark.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>