~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Back in<b><i>the ER..</i></b>.<br/><br/>Fanya motioned for Jynx and Becca to follow her into the back room. Fanya walked somewhat slowly as they made their way through what seemed to be a supply room, her muscles seemed tense, the pair might have noticed this as her hips and butt muscles twitched slightly under her red skin as she walked. She crossed to the other side of the room finally and opened a large air tight metal door, what use to be seen in refrigeration rooms of old. She held the door open for the pair and after they crossed into the room, she closed the door behind them, sealing the trio in. Air circulation fans spun overhead next to air ducts in a room made mostly of stainless steel. The room was obviously converted from a cold storage room for food stuffs, probably for the Casino, but now had 20 stainless steel doors built into the far wall.<br/><br/>As Fanya walked up to the steel doors, for the first time since motioning the pair to follow her she looked behind herself at them both, her eyes had a now darker quality to them, as if she was saddened by what she was about to say.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Jynx, I know you are feeling much better and the doctor did great work healing your scars but both you and I know, that you true power and ability to do what you do requires more 'special' needs that what the doctor could provide...</span>" Her eyes bore into Jynx's with a knowing gaze then back to the steel doors in front of her now. "<span style="color: purple">It's lucky really. Normally, we don't get such a fresh one available to us on such short notice. But when I saw how injured you were, I checked with the Omertas.</span>" She looked back at Jynx as she pulled the door open which was an actually an elongated drawer that extended into the wall and was now slid out to full extension, a long shape hidden behind a pale blue sheet.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">It's a pity. Another prostitute suffered at the hands of an out of control guest. I'm glad the killed the bastard.</span>" Fanya looked down, her brow furrowed in a moment of silence and then looking back up addressing the pair agian, "<span style="color: purple">All life is sacred. But sometimes in death, we find opportunity....</span>" Fanya pulled back the sheet and there was a woman, beautiful but scarred, probably from a harsh life in the wasteland.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">She is less than two hours old. I offer you this, Jynx, because I <i>know</i> your need. I am all too familiar with it. Justice was served after her death. May she now offer life to those who have the need.</span>" Fanya's hand reached up and caressed the face of the dead prostitute, her eyes saddened, her lips pursed. She ran a kind hand down the prostitutes arm and framed it as an offer to Jynx to take the first bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>