When Simon made his sharp stop upon the sight of the menagerie of Wastelanders, Loretta did little but give him a neutral glance and a quick wave of her hand before resting her back on the wall. He seemed likable enough, and she had a feeling somebody here would be seeing him quite often. As for Emma, she acknowledged her, though hadn't said anything at the time. She was too busy wondering about the nutjob that had just been operated on. When Becca asked if seeing her was an option, she replied, "<span style="color: purple">I'd say never. She'd probably use your skin like a blanket while it's still warm.</span>"<br/><br/>She saw something move just a ways down the shadowier bits of the hall, and took the time to focus a bit more.<i>Speak of the Devil</i>...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Who, I might add,</span>" she said to the doctor, though a bit louder, "<span style="color: purple">is trying to make a run for it, Doc. She's just a ways behind you there.</span>" She casually pointed a finger in her direction, and her other hand instinctively moved towards the bandolier of her gun. Even if she wasn't especially inclined to be shooting someone at the time, what she did would depend on the lunatic's reaction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>