Loretta sighed through her nose. The woman didn't learn, did she? "<span style="color: purple">Softy, hm? Depends,</span>" she said in retort, "<span style="color: purple">How much d'you think you can piss me off?</span>"<br/><br/>When the subject of just how dishonest the Powder Gangers were, she turned and gave Emma a look that would have made a centaur drop dead on the spot. "<span style="color: purple">You think, for a <i>second</i>, that I'd believe anything they say?</span>" she snapped, her words venomous. "<span style="color: purple">I don't believe a single fucking thing they've told me. Hell, I doubt they've even got the caps to pay me, if I bring you back. The only thing that I can believe was the general location for you, and that's the only thing that I expect will prove true.</span>"<br/><br/>She stared with searingly angry eyes at Emma. Her voice became the sort of calm that told people that she was too irritated to yell. "<span style="color: purple">I've been around five times as long as you, smoothskin. Almost a century and a half, and I've seen some shit. I've met, dealt with and shot people who'd make those Powder fuckfaces look like veritable saints. And honestly? I don't expect shit from anybody. I'm doing this because I'm going to make something right. The world would be that much better with one less piece of shit that, as far as I know, has done things that would even disgust Caesar.</span>" Her teeth were gritting quite hard.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">And so I'll tell you again, if you can prove to me that you're no worse than the Gangers that sent me after you, you're more than welcome to do as you please. Until then, you're nothing but a slimy piece of shit to me.</span>" Her words were final.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>