Emma is about to speak up when she hears the voice over the  loudspeaker.<span style="color: blue">“The holy fuck was that…” </span>She gasps rising to her feet and taking a step back towards everyone else. She eyes the dismantled creature on the floor….and then Jynx and Becca -still nude<span style="color: blue">.“That..that That fuck-beast thingie can talk!?! The hell is going on here..I swear to fuck I spend fifteen minutes tinkering with a goddamn door and this entire group goes to hell. “ </span>Emma starts waving her arms around frantically she missed the party..and had no idea what the fuck was going on.<br/><br/>She rolls her eyes as Ranger-Fuck goes on to jerk off about how amazing his heroics were. God she hated him. Whether he saved the day or not…he was still a horses ass. And not the loveable horses ass she was.  She wasn’t sure what was stressing her out more, Ranger-fuck, the fact that skittering death lingered above. She ignores Darion, and instead kneels infront of Fanya.Her blood pressure goes through the roof, she can feel her heart pumping frantically in her chest. Now might be a good time to -mention- the door in passing.<span style="color: blue">“Painty..” </span>she starts as she kneels down next to Fanya.<span style="color: blue"> “I dunno where that fuckin’ thing came from …but  behind us a few hundred yards there’s a nice doubled enforced door I got enough explosives to blow the fuck out’a and make a grand escape . You want I should blow the fuck out of it?”</span><br/><br/>Emma’s as scared as she is turned on right now. The thought of blowing the door up -and- getting to play the hero had her pants in a twist…but the prospect of long limbed tentacle rape kept her firmly grounded.<span style="color: blue">“SO what’s the call boss lady?”  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>