Emma narrows her eyes, glaring at the ranger.<span style="color: blue"> "I....don't believe I..nor..well..<i>anyone</i> was talking to you were they Ranger-fuck?" </span><br/><br/>Emma tilts her head, knowing even attempting to look 'imposing' was simply stupid, she was 6' of lanky skinny girl...she didn't scare anyone,least of all some Ranger-shithead with more guns then god him or her self.<span style="color: blue">  "I don't think yr' in the position to be making any demands here either. Way I see it..." </span>she turns to address everyone, her tattooed arms stretching out wide<span style="color: blue"> "All you need something that..well ... apparently no one but lil' old me knows. " </span>Turning, she bares her teeth, her face only inches from the ranger.<span style="color: blue"> "Now, it sure as fuck seems as if you all should be kissing my ass about now..lest I 'accidentally' forget " </span>She leans in closer still..only centimeters apart. She debates planting one on the stupid asshole just to get a rise out of him..as..well being this close certainly was showing her SOMEONE was getting a rise out of him.<span style="color: blue"> "We'd hate for me to just fr'get whatever information your silly little ass is after now wouldn't we? I talk to the nice painted lady. <i>Alone.</i> After..maybe we can talk." </span>She runs her fingertips against his stubble and laughs,<span style="color: blue">"Maybe. "</span><br/><br/>This - was Emmas element.  She hated-loathed even, having to run and hide. The scared animal she had to live as for months now- dead. On .the. spot.  At least for now.  Emma had information people wanted. And information was power. Nothing got Emma off like power.<br/><br/>She pushes Darion away from her and turns.  Maybe she would stick around for a bit, if for no other reason to further play mind games and exacerbate  the situation. She had noticed Darion eyeing the girl from the wastes..Becca was it? Just to further drive the point home that next to their..host, she was in charge right now- Emma moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Rangers interest.  Never taking her eyes off Darions she moves towards the girl , and firmly slaps her hand against the waste-landers backside.  Emma crosses her arms and winks at the girl.<span style="color: blue"> "Hey sweetheart..." </span>.  She beams and waits for Fanya to continue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>