Though the time was not for wittiness, Loretta was hard-pressed to avoid making a snappy reply to Emma's worry about the current state of things. She gave in, as it would hopefully relieve her nerves, even if it was just the tiniest bit. "<span style="color: purple">Depends on whether you think a monster straight outta Arkham is a great host,</span>" she answered.<br/><br/>Nope. No luck for her there.<br/><br/>Jynx coming over to Fanya's side as well made her no less harried, mostly because of her distrust of the cannibal. Their eyes met, and her lips pursed tightly. She had to steel herself a bit for what she knew Jynx was going to do, but she watched nonetheless as Jynx shredded a bit of her arm and fed it to Fanya, piece by piece. No matter how disgusting she thought it was, Loretta knew that it likely was the most likely way for Fanya to make it.<br/><br/>She nodded when Jynx told her to finish giving her the cola, and she did just that, making sure Fanya got every last drop of the glowing fluid. When she finished, she left the bottle on the floor before looking at Jynx again. Perhaps...<br/><br/>It wasn't likely, but Loretta decided that there was a possibility for the girl to be 'saved', as she liked to call it. Self-sacrifice like that wasn't something she'd expected from such a psychopathic killer. Her eyes narrowed to a squint, if only for a few seconds. She reached into her bag, and pulled out her other Quantum cola. The pulsating, luminous drink glowed in her hand as she offered it to Jynx. "<span style="color: purple">Here,</span>" she said, "<span style="color: purple">If you're going to be tearing yourself to pieces, it's best to make sure you don't kill yourself, hm?</span>" She hadn't expected herself to do much anything for Jynx, but there are times...<br/><br/>Looking at the others who may have been wounded, she left the cola in Jynx's possession, whether or not the Korean girl had accepted it. Loretta then walked over to Darion, who was lying with his face to the floor, Becca under his other arm.Kneeling down, she put her hand on Darion's shoulder and gave him a bit of a shake. "<span style="color: purple">Yo, are you alright?</span>" she asked. "<span style="color: purple">That was almost as stupid of a move as me back with the deathclaws. Hope you didn't get any shrapnel in there...</span>" She glanced over to Becca as well, and ran her fingertips over the girl's bare shoulder. She looked like she was without any wounds from the grenades, but what that thing must have done to her emotionally... ugh. She didn't want to think about it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>