((Bah. Just put something in to show that I'm still alive.))<br/><br/>Loretta watched the exchange of harsh words between Emma, Becca and Fanya silently. She didn't interfere on this one mostly because she was sure that she'd make it worse. Good a person as she was, she wasn't exactly the nicest one either, and she'd more than likely have just hurt more feelings. Continuing to eat her oatmeal, the situation regardlessly made her more and more tense, and it was visibly expressed by the sharpness of her movements. It had eventually developed to where she was almost jittery, ready to jump the gun and tackle someone if it escalated into violence. Soon, she'd finished her breakfast and had her eyes darting back and forth between them all.<br/><br/>When Emma and Becca left, and Darion and the fellow with the shades came over, Loretta decided to just follow with the two of them and Fanya to her office, and spoke not a word. She didn't feel that there was any need to until they were meeting again, so that if one of them knew something, then they all did. She didnt' have any questions at the moment that she knew weren't already going to be asked, anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>