Loretta, whose face was already sour, furrowed her thin brows so tightly that one wouldn't have thought there to be any space between them when she wasn't scowling. She turned her head towards Jynx when she caught ear of what the strange girl said. Loretta squinted just a bit more as she listened for anything other than the footsteps of the group, and perked a brow when she could make it out. "<span style="color: purple">I don't smell it, but I'm pretty sure that what I'm hearing is what you're smelling,</span>" she growled quietly. "<span style="color: purple">Must be having themselves a gay old time.</span>"<br/><br/>Holding her machete in one hand, Loretta then drew her sawn-off shotgun in the other, ready to fire. "<span style="color: purple">Must be near, too. No echoes.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>