Fanya watches closely, her eyes narrow, as Emma, Darion and Duos make their relative statements, jockeying for position like the Nascar drivers of old. Her eyes seem to zone a bit. Just staring and carefully observing as they each have their say. This might have been the only time other than when her attention was on Jynx that she turned off the sexual ooze and just listened.<br/><br/>Finally when things subtly exploded again, with Darion getting in Emma face, and Duos pulling out another gun and shooting at the floor.<br/><br/>Fanya rolled her eyes letting go of the barrel in utter frustration.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You are all a bunch of Jack Rabbits!</span>"... she blew out a breath through her nose... "<span style="color: purple">Tell you what, Duos, you shoot me, Darion, you shoot Emma, D will shoot Darion, Emma will shoot Duos and then<i> fuck</i> you all!</span>" she tossed her hand in front of her own face as if she was shooing a fly away from her nose.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You all want to survive this world? You, Duos, want to damn well know what's going on with your body? Darion, you want to know what this Emma knows? And the rest of you want to survive New Vegas, let along this gods-forsaken rock of a planet? You better start seeing past your own petty short-fucking sighted needs and start learning how to work together to accomplish your larger goals! </span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Cause you all could shoot the shit out of this place right here and right now but then the reckoning will come and you will all end up bleeding on the floor like everyone else that you so easily judged worthy of such treatment.</span>"<br/><br/>She turned her back on the three and took steps forward to the ER Viewing window again, her thumbing coming up to her red lips to chew on it, "<span style="color: purple">Life... all life is precious. If you can't see that in this wasteland, then maybe you are already dead.</span>"<br/><br/>She turned around to face the group again, her face contorted in focus and determination. "<span style="color: purple">If you plan on surviving in this world I have two words for all of you... SIT... DOWN.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Emma, Duos and Darion, you all want the same thing. No one talks to me alone tonight on the information that<b> I </b>have to share with you<i> all</i>. Emma, if you think you can demand that you share your information alone with me, I retract any offer made for your freedom. I will let Darion and Loretta make their money off the Powder Gangers or you can blow us all up right here and now. I find that the better option is that we learn how to compromise together since we all have mutual interests in what we all know. It begins here or it ends here. My recommendation: You sit down and we work out a deal.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">And the next person to pull a fucking gun gets<i> no sex</i> for a week...</span>" Fanya winces in an expression of regret.. "<span style="color: purple">...Okay, maybe<i> three </i>days....</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>