Becca simply watched Loretta while she spoke. She was immediately beset by her usual curiosity and had a lot of questions, but she kept from asking because she knew it might not be considered polite. She was definitely curious about the scars she mentioned. Becca did not like to see people troubled which made the world she lived in a very sad place. Still, she tried to help where she could and for the most part she managed to do some good.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Jynx might have been an addict, I've only met a couple and she does kinda fit the mould I guess. Part of her at least wants to try and come back from that. I saw it while we were sitting here. And I know it'll be hard and I know the part that does not want to come back probably doesn't like me. At least I hope that's why she left. I hope it wasn't something I did wrong." </span>She mumbled the last part, a sad, but undeniably cute pout curving her lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"I do like her and I just can't help but think that if someone else had tried to help her before, then maybe she would not be the way she is now. Someone or more likely several people really let Jynx down. I just don't want to join that list. I'm going to help her." </span>She looked up at Loretta, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that she was desperately blinking back but her expression was one of utter determination.<span style="color: indigo">"Thanks for the offer of help though. I may take you up on that." </span><br/><br/>A deep shuddering breath swelled Becca's chest out for a moment before it was shakily released. She managed a weak smile for the ghoul before abruptly beaming up her. "<span style="color: indigo">By the way, can I check out your car... when I'm sober I mean. I'm just fascinated by it!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>