Loretta noticed Simon lighting another cigarette. She sighed, though she couldn't blame him. The tension was so thick that you'd break the knife if you tried to cut it. Holding her machete at the ready, Loretta watched as Rebecca worked her magic on the lock, and thought that maybe in exchange for doing whatever the Hell the girl wanted to the Deathcar, that Becca would teach her a thing or two about picking locks. She could do it a little bit on her own, but some of those Raiders had damn tight security on their loot.<br/><br/>When Becca gave them the signal, Loretta headed in, making sure to take quiet steps. If they happened upon just one or two guards, it would be best to take them out with as little noise as possible, so as to not attract any attention. Besides, she still had a sawn-off and the pistol at her hip if it ever came to a gunfight and didn't have the time to swap her machete for her bigger gun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>