When Becca nearly fell out of her chair, Loretta made an attempt to grab hold of the girl, but she'd managed to catch herself in time. Once Becca had recovered and spat those words at Loretta, she put a hand on her hip and shrugged. "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, I kinda step softly in public. Tends to get a few to jump like that, but I got used to it. Meh.</span>"<br/><br/>When Becca's explanations about Jynx were given, Loretta frowned. Just because one was dealt a shitty hand didn't excuse their actions. There was no reason one couldn't rise above. "<span style="color: purple">Boy can I tell you about scars...</span>"<br/><br/>Her other hand went to the back of her head, her wispy, white hair fluffing up a bit over her fingers. "<span style="color: purple">I figured her brain was rotten from the inside out. Got the eyes of a Psycho addict. She might've even been a Fiend at some point; they dress all like wild crackpots and more than half of the ones I've seen were totally shit-brained off of chems.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">But hey, maybe she can change,</span>" Loretta continued. "<span style="color: purple">It'll take a fuck-ton of motivation, though. I dunno if it's possible, but regardless, it's more than dangerous.</span>" She made a genuine look of concern towards Becca. "<span style="color: purple">I know you like her. You wouldn't be drinking yourself into a stupor if you didn't. But you gotta remember that she's more than likely to try and kill you. If you need somebody to help you out, give me a shout. We'll be side-to-side anyway, if Fanya's ideas have anything to do with it.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>