Emma had been sorta 'out of it ' since the blast.  The doc patched her up as best he could, but her bell was still 'rung' pretty good.  Her arm hurt like fuck, and the cracked and blistered skin would sure as shit scar. -but- she was alive, door was open, -and- she got to blow something skyhigh and live.  So after a bit of sitting on the sidelines Emma is back in the action.  She scrambles to her feet , clutching he badly burnt left arm, with her slightly less burnt right arm, and shuffles past the newcommer..this...'not a thief' and heads to Lorettas side.<br/><br/>The smell of burning flesh emanates off the convict as she too narrows her eyes to watch this...woman buzz and whirl to life.  She can't imagine what the holy fuck this ..thing...was. If she was still conciseness of what she was, if she was even sentient at all.  The convict leers and leans in close, straining her eyes.  Who the fuck would do something like this? This..-this- changed everything.  Whatever sick bastard was behind this -needed- to be stopped- to hell with her own personal agenda- Emma was offically a team player now- FUCK she was the goddamned cheerleader.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Are you alive?"</span>she asks to no one in particular but clearly directing it towards the ..creature.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>