Loretta's expression soured further as 'Turncoat' opened her mouth. She did suppose that the woman had a point, though. Not many would have the gonads to try and save someone from a raider and then lug the body up a short cliff face, all while trying to avoid a pack of deathclaws. Quite an accomplishment, if she did say so herself. As appreciative as the woman may have been of the act, it seemed that she also must have gotten some kind of sexual satisfaction when trying to piss people off. The butt of her shotgun struck the woman's knee. It was not hard enough to really damage her, but would be sufficient in leaving a smarting bruise. "<span style="color: purple">I told you to be quiet.</span>"<br/><br/>Digging through her bag, unaware at the time of the small group of deathclaws that had strayed from the rest of the group. Thank God her partner was there, making the shot or two that somehow got their interests led elsewhere. Loretta drew a canteen, from which she took a swallow. "<span style="color: purple">Y'know, the Powder Gangers have a hefty price on your head,</span>" she said casually. "<span style="color: purple">I'd first thought of turning you in to them, but something's always been nagging me about that, y'know? Nobody's not unsavory, but it's who's the worst of the bunch.</span>"<br/><br/>Another little swallow of the water in her canteen. "<span style="color: pruple">So far, the only good thing I've seen out of those asshats is that they've got some serious caps. I dunno if my buddy here wants to take you to them either, but I'm thinking he's got a beef with you or something. I don't know what it is exactly, but if he starts to hurt you too much I'll make sure he stops. If you end up being taken anyway, we need to make sure you'll survive the trip, after all.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">All you need to do is show me whether or not you're just as big of a dirtbag as the Gangers say you are. I got no love for 'em at all, so if you can prove that they're feeding me more bullshit than I suspect, I won't turn you in.</span>"<br/><br/>She screwed the cap back on her canteen. Sidling over, Loretta went and undid the ropes around 'Turncoat's' ankles and knees, but left her arms bound. "<span style="color: purple">I don't know what you have on you and I'm not going to fondle you to find out, so to keep everyone safe your hands are staying tied. I don't mean to offend.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking behind her, Loretta spied the dead one or two deathclaws that had been behind them. She'd seen them go down the hill, but if the things weren't interested in them, there was little to worry about. It'd take a serious idiot to try and chase them off when they weren't already after you. She put her bag back over her now-free shoulder and stood up, grabbing 'Turncoat' under her bound arms to get her to her feet. "<span style="color: purple">C'mon, we're getting into my car. Say hi to your new roomy.</span>" She nodded towards Darion as they walked, essentially telling 'Turncoat' who he was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>