Fanya jumped and then sighed her shoulders as she realized who was behind her, she put her fingers to her forehead and rubbed her brow, "<span style="color: purple">Jesus, you have got to stop doing that at some point... </span>" She then laughed at herself.. "<span style="color: purple">like me putting on something right?</span>" She grinned at Duos as he walked forward and past her.<br/><br/>She raised her hand up to her shoulder palm facing forward in a way of saying 'slow down'...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Before we start the briefing, I thought it would be appropriate to address the giant pink elephant in the room that nobody likes to talk about.</span>" She grinned slyly at that, hoping that everyone understood what she meant. She took a slow look across the room, her normal sexual electricity and seduction much subdued now, her gaze much more akin to how a sister looks at her family. Fairly amazing for people she met just less than forty-eight hours ago. Her look passed between Sue and Becca, and if Becca raised her head at all she would have noticed a look that said, 'everything is going to be alright'.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">When I was a young girl, like many of you, my family came out their vault, but deep inside growing up in that vault that I despised, I blamed my parents for keeping me in the only life I knew. When we finally escaped and we left the vault, on of the first few gifts that my family was.... <i>blessed</i>.. with was the death of my father by a deathclaw. That was the last straw for a rebellious and hurt pre-adolescent girl. I ran away from my family's vault camp and made my way out to the wasteland.</span>" She sniffed and closed her eyes shaking her head at herself, "<span style="color: purple">Stupid.... of course, it was not soon until I was desperate to survive in the wasteland. Turned to stims... gangs.... drugs... my body... whatever I could use to keep going.  I dove so far into the bottom, there was no way out.</span>" Her eyes lowered and then glanced at Sue, "<span style="color: purple">Soon my addiction took a new form when my ability to find food came to a long drawn out end. I turned to my gang buddies.... to humans for food in a single night of nightmares, I consumed people whole.</span>" She looked away her mouth frowned in almost disgust, "<span style="color: purple">Learned what was good parts and bad for you.</span>" She took a deep breath and then opened her eyes.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">When I woke up and realized what I had done.... what I had become and still was... I had an overwhelming sense of guilt. With my new found strength I made my way back to my vaults' camp. My mother.... </span>" She held her breath for a moment, her mouth's corners curved down in sadness, "<span style="color: purple">We have so many words for sadness, but only a few for happiness... </span>" She thought about it for a moment, "<span style="color: purple">My mother took me in... tried to help me.... defended me from the others in the vault camp. She didn't understand my addiction come hunger that now demanded flesh.</span>" She gulped hard and walked around before speaking again.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">It wasn't long before I was dying.... I tried to resist with all my will. But there was no stopping it. </span>" She couldn't mouth the words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>