Deciding to stand with her back to a wall, though enough room to let another stand near, Loretta kept an ear and eye on Fanya as she spoke. A shadow organization? This was starting to sound pretty deep. She figured she'd be of some help, but whether or not she'd be able to keep her head cool with a bunch of bastards who'd make the others in the room look like saints wouldn't be something she could just call. That it required the abilities of everyone here made her shift uncomfortably. She looked at everyone as they were named off; the drunkard, the medic and slightly irritable doctor, the Dous and Emma. Yeah, Emma. They still had a bit of business to finish up with. Well, more like Darion did, but Loretta was sure that she'd get involved anyway.<br/><br/>She crossed her arms when she, Darion and Emma were all brought into the spotlight. "<span style="color: purple">Before the night is over, I say we just get the info that Darion wants out of her and be done. I'm in no mood to be turning anybody in today, so I've got no business about what goes on between the two of them.</span>" She looked at Emma. "<span style="color: purple">Don't worry, though. I'm pretty damn sure violent tactics wouldn't get nobody anywhere.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking back to Fanya, she made a sound that was something in between a huff and a sigh. "<span style="color: purple">May as well count me in. The bigger the dirtbag, the more I want to put them out of everyone's misery.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>