Loretta's smile didn't fade one jot. Even with the sudden- though not entirely unwelcome- hug, she kept her grin.Upon separation and catching sight of Emma's own smile, she knew that it was so uncharacteristic of the ex-Raider to have held another in a friendly embrace that she must have done something right.<br/><br/>Emma's advice seemed to hold some water; yes, she realized that she looked like sun-dried roadkill, but it didn't mean that she couldn't find somebody. "<span style="color: Purple">Yeah,</span>" she said softly, "<span style="color: Purple">I guess you're right.</span>"<br/>It would have qualified as a cackle if she'd been louder, but when she was told that she was "<span style="color: Blue">a Hell of a catch,</span>" Loretta could not help but share a laugh, however small. "<span style="color: Purple">Aww, that's awful nice of you,</span>" she said in a slightly singsong voice. She then struck a pose like a model, giving her back a bit of curve as she ran her fingers through her hair, mocking and exaggerating it all. "<span style="color: Purple">You flatter me,</span>" she finished before standing straight again.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">But hey, it's nice to know you've got somebody to rely on. You got something to get off your chest, feel more than free to talk with me. Some freak's hounding you, I'll be more than happy to take their legs. Speaking of which,</span>" she added, looking down at the lanky things hidden by the fine pair of slacks, "<span style="color: Purple">are you doing okay there? I hit you pretty hard. Definitely gonna leave a mark.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>