Emma nods.<span style="color: blue">"Yah I suppose I could get you used to my own unique brand of snoring.."  <br/>
</span><br/>The convict was teasing. Mostly. She unbuckles her belt, and tosses it aside.  Next she removes the suit coat, and the tie, untucking the shirt.  It seemed a shame to sleep in  such a nice suit.<span style="color: blue">"I'ma raid yr closet. I'd hate to make a rag outta an expensive ass suit." </span><br/>She trots off to the walkin closet, pointing at the cabnet that was in her room as well<span style="color: blue">."That has a hell of a dildo in it. If yr..ya know.  A fan." she smirks, "Don't ask how I know." </span>She disrobes on her way to the walk in closet, leaving the clothes on the floor. Clad in only thin black cotton undergarments she finds a large t-shirt and removes her bra. Her scarred skin looking odd in the rooms low lighting,a hauntingly white glow atop the slightly flushed underskin.<br/><br/>She pulls the tshirt on and saunters off towards the bed. She's not being...flirty. Just....comfortable. It had been a long..long time since she'd shared a bed with anyone. Sure her room was RIGHT across the hall. But there was wood splinters , blood , and water everyplace. She was sure it still smelled like sex too. So. She'd stay here.   She climbs up onto the bed, and lays next to  Loretta.<br/><br/>She sits in the darkness for a few moments, her face to the ghouls back. She adjusts a bit and debates crawling under the sheets.   She opts not to, and slowly gets comfort able as she starts to nod off, as she does her hand flops over the side of the ghoul, spooning her self against the far older wastelanders back, and awkwardly enough covering her with a protective arm. Her face instinctively nuzzles into the ghouls back as she starts to nod off. Not fully asleep, but clearly not awake. If Loretta was to talk to her, she'd hear .<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>