Fanya and Emma's little exchange had Loretta looking back and forth between the two. She'd gotten herself ready to help break things up if it came to blows, though she was certain that D would be just as quick to jump to everyone's aid. As things settled though, she did too, and listened to what Fanya disclosed to everyone. The plans and party arrangement seemed fitting and efficient enough. She did begin to grow a bit uncomfortable when she was reminded of just how much her conscience would affect the well-being of everyone else. It was a responsibility that was slightly unsettling, as she found herself to be the make-or-break factor when it came to just how low of a road they'd go. It wasn't a very pleasant thought, to say the least, and her brows furrowed. She could handle a couple of other people, but an entire squad of questionable, if not outright evil people? Boy, was she in it now.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes as she gave a bit more thought, Loretta finally looked to Fanya and growled, "<span style="color: purple">Fuck it, count me in. I'll probably be able to sleep right when douchebags of this scale are gone.</span>" She gave a pat to the wall as she pushed herself off of it and put her hands on her hips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>