Becca's heart was pounding in her chest. She could see someone approaching. What the hell could they want.<b><span style="color: indigo"> "Shit, Shit!" </span></b>She cursed softly, seeing the Jynx was hurt, the other guy that had been with them was nowhere to be seen and all she had was a rusted out piece of crap pistol that would probably do more if she threw it at them. She crouched down, whispering to Jynx.<span style="color: indigo"> "Okay, okay ummm... you just stay here okay? I know you're tough Hun, by these folks look to be packing firepower that would make that not count for much. Just stay here and I'm gonna go see if I can't try and get to the bottom of what they want." </span><br/><br/>She stood up and began to move around the car but paused. She actually had to smile. The raider carcass that was near the car had a pistol, the same kind Jynx had given her and only in slightly less shitty condition. At least it looked like it would shoot rather than blow up in her hand. She bent down to grab it and paused. There were hunks missing out of the body that were too small to be from the deathclaw. She felt her stomach turn and immediately rolled the body, hiding the sight from the people walking closer. Jynx had saved her life, and Becca owed her at least enough to hide her... hunger. She checked the clip in the pistol as she stood up. Wonder-fucking-ful, three whole bullets. It must be her lucky damn day. With a sigh she stood up straight, squaring her slim shoulders and trying her damnedest to look at least a little bit formidable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>