Fanya grinned sheepishly at Rebecca's comment, withholding a shiver at being called "Miss LaRae" and reached up to scratch at the back of her platinum blonde hair eyeing all the players who were in a heated debate right now.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">When I woke up this morning this was the last couple that I thought I would have to pull apart from each other before blood be spilled.</span>" She grinned wide.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Loretta, I understand your viewpoint. I... wish I was you. Emma, I would thank you for your compassion for my past but I'm afraid you are going to deck me and I already got one injury today.</span>" Fanya was almost herself again doing her best to be ironic and make people smile again.  She nodded to Rebecca, smiled, not lustfully or wantonly but as a very simple thank you to one of her team mates.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">But Rebecca is right, we do have a mission briefing to go through. Anymore basic curiosity questions about me before we can continue?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>