To Emma's rant, Loretta could say very little. She knew what 'lie' she told her was truth, and felt regret for digging so deep and so aggressively. She sighed again, and told her softly, "<span style="color: purple">...I'm sorry.</span>"<br/><br/>The roar that came from the canyon was eerily familiar, and set off about ten different 'OH SHIT' alarms in her head. Darion was right, it was an Alpha male. Immediately shed unloaded the two buckshot shells, slipping them back into one of her bandoliers, and then quickly loading it with eight shells that, unlike the buckshot, were held in black shells. Slugs, they were. Though that was mostly for in case the thing managed to make its way up to their little perch, when she saw the deathclaw whip the pink-haired loony away like she was little more than a piece of trash, she decided that she needed to help. The others that were visible down there were being smarter and fleeing, though the one covered in brahmin hides seemed to be having some serious trouble moving along. They were all about to get thrashed and turned into hamburger by that thing, even with Darion's help shooting it out.  First and foremost, she dug into Darion's bag and drew three clips to set on the rock next to him. Supporting fire was necessary in something like this. She then clenched her hands over the gun tightly and swore to herself. "<span style="color: purple">Fuck this shit, they need help,</span>" she said before sliding down the gravelly, dusty ridge.<br/><br/>Stopping herself about midway, she managed to close enough distance for her gun to still be quite effective. She took careful aim, going for one of the thing's softer spots. Loretta got her sights on the throat of it, and fired. Three slugs went in rapid succession; it was a wonder that the gun could even fire that fast without being blown apart. But it did, and Loretta aimed to get its attention and make the sucker hurt like Hell, if not kill it. Yes, those things were fucking strong, but everything had its limits. Hell, God had his limits, and this thing sure as Hell wasn't God. She steeled herself to unload every last bit of lead and pump it all in the deathclaw by the time he'd make it up the hill to her if she got its attention. She had ignored the chopper completely when it came over, and subconsciously had decided that she neither had the time, nor the fucks to give about it, and the noise from the blades was soon blotted out while she fired.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>