Emma watches the fellow mohawked woman move with expert precision, biting her lower lip a bit enticed already. This girl was clearly bat-shit crazy to be out here ripping these things apart, stabbing zombies left and right. She'd be a good person to know.  Biting her lower lip she sizes the girl up , stepping past Loretta,<span style="color: blue">" Hey there.." </span>she grins.<br/><br/>She kicks at the bodies near their feet.<span style="color: blue">"Yr' pretty good at that.." </span>she motions to the destruction around them.<span style="color: blue">" Don't suppose you're the one doing all the screamin?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>