AH, Simon. That good ol' doctor's wittiness would never fail to amuse her to some degree. She didn't think she'd ever met someone laden with so much sarcasm ever before. You didn't meet such gems very often when you wandered the desert.<br/><br/>Regardless of her inner musings, Loretta turned her attention to Simon based off of his pointing out of the the fact that he'd found something significant and his demonstration of why he kept his day job. To help change the situation to something progressive, Loretta pressed her earpiece to contact Darion. "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, Simon's got something. Pretty deep scrapes on the floor, and they haven't got a bunch of shit in them. I'd say that whatever made 'em was moved recently.</span>"<br/><br/>Taking a step back, she told the others, "<span style="color: purple">You might wanna back off a bit. Dunno what's behind what's in the wall there, and we probably oughta be ready to shoot it.</span>" Loretta held her machete ready and drew her sawnoff shotgun, prepared to fire on sight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>