Emma's ears ring as she gasps heavily for air. She'd been in enough explosions that that didn't hurt her too much..at least it didn't hurt that much sailing through the air. Sure she was half on fire. ..but that wasn't the first time and she was fairly certain it wouldn't be the last . When her lithe body slams into the wall however, the wind is knocked clear out of her. She's gasping roughly for air by the time Doc Simon gets to her, if she wasn't there would be no way she'd let the man feel about for injuries.<br/><br/>She shakes her head and coughs a bit ,blood spattering over her lips from a vicious cut in her mouth, as she shockingly enough...starts laughing. Insane fits of giggles bubble over the convicts lips as she's inspected and Fanya orders them out into the other room. She ceases giggling for a second and groans as Doc pulls her up to her feet and assists her in standing. All this yelling..and gun fire and noise is causing her one hell of a headache. She groans to no one in particular as she is escorted out of the room leaning heavily on the Doc, "Fuck..shut up you're annoying!" It isn't towards Fanya or any other team member, but more or less a generalized assessment of how the convict is feeling.<br/><br/>Her head is throbbing worse it did after the worst NCR correctional rot-gut hang over, and as she brings her left hand to her head and notices her arm is severely burned. Her eyes go wide as she accesses the damage- The damage starts on her back and moves over her shoulder down to a little past her elbow- she can't see it all but what she can access  is a red unsightly mess. The skin peeling off and chunks of flesh are missing. The scarring ends high enough on her forearm however to keep her prisoner stamp in check..that ugly 8757 still staring her in the face along with the rope burn she'd never forget.<i>Figures. </i>She thinks before dissolving in to giggle-fits again...<br/><br/>They were all in danger and all Turncoat could do was laugh her ass off muttering quietly,<span style="color: blue"> "Holy fuck I match! Good thing too I was really concerned with symmetry.."</span><br/><br/>True the giggling could be from shock...or Emma could have had a severe blow to the head..but the overwhelming giggles weren't from that as much as it was the womans sick and twisted sense of humor.  As they make their way back into the room she stops Doc just enough to take her weight off him for a second and grab whats left of her bag of goodies. She nods to Doc , slings her bag around her shoulder and pulls a nuka grande from her  bag.  While she holds the bomb in her damaged arm, she screams at the top of her lungs<span style="color: blue">"SHIT GOES BOOM QUICK LIKE LISTEN TO THE PAINTED LADY."</span>before pulling the pin out of the bomb with her teeth.  She scans for Loretta and yells in her direction,<span style="color: blue">"You don't need to look any deader old lady move your ass! You ain't Ranger-fuck lets go!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>