"<span style="color: purple">Yeah, they got some posters. Nothin' much. They don't even have a decent picture on them, just describing you. My first thought was to ask 'em, 'Does she look like a bitch?' but I kinda figured that it was a given, anyway. <i>You</i> find someone out here that doesn't,</span>" Loretta said, finishing off her liquor. Damn, was that stuff potent.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Heh. Getting a little tipsy already, huh?</span>" Loretta laughed a little bit at Emma's sudden loss of sobriety. Then again, Emma probably hadn't eaten in a forever and a half, so it made sense, at least. "<span style="color: purple">Probably should call this one here your last. We gotta keep you coherent when we have to talk with Fanya and 'Ranger-Fuck.'</span>"<br/><br/>She sighed through her nose. "<span style="color: purple">But yeah, I like you. Dunno why just yet, but I imagine it'll come up soon enough.</span>" Ordering another of the drinks and downing it all immediately, Loretta hissed a little bit as the liquid fire fell down her throat.<br/><br/>To the bartender, Loretta said, "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, something like that. We all took a merry little trip down to the Grand Canyon, almost got killed by a pack of deathclaws, and I spent about a dozen shots on an alpha male. Tough fucker. He almost killed us all.</span>" She looked to Emma. "<span style="color: purple">Got anything to eat that won't make this one puke?  Shoulda had something already before she started drinking, but at least if she gets anymore she's going to have a better time taking this rat piss,</span>" she asked Vega, reaching into her pouch that jangled with ample caps. "<span style="color: purple">Mighty fine rat piss, I might add,</span>" she threw in quickly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>