In Loretta's gray, leathery face one could make out a half-smile from the thanks she'd received. In that short instant of the two women being face-to-face, Loretta took note of the rope burn scars on her neck. Along with the burns all over the right side of her body, Loretta began to honestly pity her. Showing outright sympathy was next to impossible, though it was obvious knowing just hat had happened to her, if only to a degree, twisted Loretta's insides a little. She reached to her belt and toke her canteen, still almost full. The water was a bit warm, but it was clean. "<span style="color: purple">Here,</span>" she said, "<span style="color: purple">You sound like you could use it.</span>"<br/><br/>When she finally turned her attention to the people who'd come from the chopper, Loretta's shotgun went to both hands. It was in a relaxed position, but she was more than ready to whip it into position if it came to such. "<span style="color: purple">Whatever the Hell it is that this 'D' asshole might wanna talk about, I'm pretty sure that it's going to be uninteresting. I'll let him have a chat, but tell him that he's more than likely wasting his time.</span>"<br/><br/>The approach of the two women caught Loretta's eye, and the one who looked like she was carrying some medical supplies really snagged her attention. "<span style="color: purple">You,</span>" she said, looking in her direction. "<span style="color: purple">You've got a kit on you, and some of the people down there-</span>" she jerked her head towards the canyon- "<span style="color: purple">have taken some serious hits. One of them's probably dead, taking a hit from that deathclaw and getting tossed like a rag doll. You're going to help them. Whether you stay up here or follow is none of my concern, it's going to get done anyway.</span>" Her words were very confident and authoritative, stern and sure.<br/><br/>She turned and was about to go down there when she saw the other woman from in the ravine, trying to make herself look capable of defending herself. She paid her little mind, though as she walked past, she said, "<span style="color: purple">You'd do best to stay away from these folks. Nothing but trouble.</span>" She cocked her head in the direction of the one who manned the gun on the chopper. "<span style="color: purple">Especially him. He'd probably hit you trying to nail the other side of the canyon.</span>" As she went down, she called out to 'Turncoat', "<span style="color: purple">You coming? I'd appreciate some help if I gotta carry somebody up. They aren't gonna shoot you, and I have my doubts whether they could  hit you right anyway.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>