((Checked through, and it pretty much fits anyway. Just a little added bit.))<br/><br/>Not even bothering to look at the woman, Loretta said, "<span style="color: purple">Let me put it to you this way. This is a world where people are measured by the amount of fucks they do or don't give. To catch the attention of the majority of them is a feat in and of itself. Doing it by getting yourself thrown in prison means you've done something terrible, since more often than not you end up getting shot for wronging someone, and instead they threw you into a cell to watch you rot away for the few years you'd have left. Either way, to those who threw you in, you were dead. They just wanted to prolong it for their own sick enjoyment.</span>"<br/><br/>She turned her head, but only so that the side was visible. "<span style="color: purple">So, what was it? Did you get off on shoving live grenades down someone's pants and seeing how far they could run before the bomb went off? Force feed someone vitriol? Stick a pea shooter up their ass, fire a couple of times and watch as they bled to death?</span>"<br/><br/>She was, at least, grateful that Darion saw no reason to get into their conversation. Having to argue with another person would help nobody. Not that the one they were having was doing anything either, but hey. Maybe it would give 'Turncoat' here a chance to show whether or not she was nuts and murderous. To the comments towards Darion, she said nothing. He was hard enough to take some of the worst of words, and he felt he needed to help the folks down there, so he did. Loretta wouldn't be able to do much about it anyway, not from up here, and she sure as Hell wasn't going to run all the way back down there to pick a fight with those things.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>