Rebecca was just finishing up the stitches, tying off the thick string, when she felt Jynx's face press into her cleavage. She was really starting to think that she should have worn her coveralls. For a moment her entire body tensed, fully expecting to feel teeth clamp onto her flesh. After a long count she relaxed but just a little. Trying not to let her fear show, she pulled away, returning the needle to the small case in her pack. Shouldering the bag again she tried to ignore the, quite frankly, frightening pet name that Jynx had assigned to her.<span style="color: indigo">"Ya, I think you'll make it."</span>She said softly, starting to think that nothing short of being atomized would stop the pink haired girl for long.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo"> "I still maintain that run should be the better option."</span>She bent down, the jumping pulse point in her neck catching Jynx's eye while Becca swung one of Jynx's arm over her shoulder and wrapped one of her own around the girl's narrow waist.<span style="color: indigo"><b>"Let's go!"</b></span>She called out to their other companion before starting off again, trying to pick her way up the steep narrow path away from the Deathclaws.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>