Jynx's eyes widened when she saw the... bounty, laid out before her. The dead hooker looked... yes, fresh... cool... she showed some slight signs of Med-X use but most prostitutes did.<br/><br/>Her eyes then turned to Fanya, narrowing dangerously.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"How do you know?"</span>she rasped, her eyes darting from the painted woman to Becca, awaiting her judgment from the young mechanic.<b><span style="color: #ff00ff">"How do you know?!"</span></b><br/><br/>She had been so careful, so patient... never eating in public... even that dead ridger she ate while she was hiding behind that bombed-out car. She'd said nothing of her hunger, unless... maybe Jynx had, when she didn't notice....<br/><br/><span style="color: #006400">You can't blame this one on me, Sue. You know I would never tell anyone of our hunger in a place like this.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes focused back on the dead girl. She was so soft, so pretty... she could smell her, dead just long enough that she hadn't rotted... so fresh... so delicious smelling... Becca couldn't see....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>