((Not outright running-inside-and-belting-a-warcry, but still something.))<br/><br/>Loretta sighed as nothing seemed to happen at the tables. It was like everyone was awkwardly staring at each other in silence... though she could not blame them. There was a noise from upstairs that reverberated throughout the casino somehow, refusing to be drowned out by the music in the speakers and the whistles and chimes from the slots. She scowled before telling Darion, "<span style="color: purple">I'm headed up. you know my number, just knock if you need something,</span>" and stomping out.<br/><br/>Going up the stairs, her feet slapping the steps as she clomped down the hall in her heavy boots, growled as she caught ear of where exactly that noise was coming from. Just down the hall from her own room.<br/><br/>Loretta's expression continually soured with each and every step until she finally reached Emma's door. She then took a deep breath, clenched her fist and began to pound violently on the door, shrieking at the rambunctious occupants, "<span style="color: purple">CHILL THE FUCK OUT!!! THEY CAN HEAR YOU THREE LAYERS DOWN IN HELL!!!</span>"<br/><br/>She was breathing heavily as she finished her hard steps to her own room, slamming the door shut with enough force to crack the bit around the knob. She flopped on her bed, considering busting out one of her Nuka-Cola Quantums and sucking it down just enough to puke it back up over her neighbor's door.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>