Emma hated being bound. Ever since she was first captured, the mere sight of rope drudged up memories- the thick rope burn scars across her throat and wrists  were reminder enough every day, but..being bound. It put Emma in a very,very hostile place.  She glares at the Ghouls partner.<i>This guy... </i>she hated. The ghoul she didn't mind- A real hard ass,take no shit kinda woman. She could understand and respect that. But this...ranger fuck, was already on her LAST nerve.<br/>She twitches uncomfortably against the rope, wondering if its even worth opening her mouth and further drying her already screamingly painful throat to bother insulting this guy.<br/><span style="color: blue"> "Attention...from you?" </span>She starts to roar with laughter,<span style="color: blue"> "Seriously i'd be clutching my fucking sides if you both weren't so chicken shit terrified of me."</span><br/><br/>Turns out it<i>was</i>worth it.<br/><br/>She continues,<span style="color: blue">" News flash Grognak, not everyone in the wastes is interested in your dicks approval.And i'd rather fuck the ghoul ANY day of the week over even having to gaze upon that fucking infant dick yr' sure as shit to be packing in that stolen rangers armor."</span>Emma went for the throat.  There was very little use in playing nice. She had information they wanted, they beat her senseless before, or beat her senseless after, it didn't much matter. She was smart enough to know when the deck was stacked against her, and that was most certainly the case at the moment. She made vast assumptions based on the short amount of time they spent together- and tried to get a rise out of them. The Rangers armor...didn't quite look right on this guy.  And the ghoul..well- She was pretty sure she wouldn't have a problem shooting out one of her kneecaps as previously offered, however, if the woman did - it would likely only lead to Emma respecting her more. She could respect someone open,and up front- even threatening.<br/><br/>It was this game playing 'We'll wait till later'  of the Ranger-that annoyed her. Even more annoying was his quiet musings of  wanting to protect the tiny feminine looking figure off in the distance.   Emma had to shoot an answer at that comment as well...it was just too easy- and she was just too irate to and fuming to care who she pissed off right now. The chances of her being dead or worse in the next few days were far higher then her not.  Emmas mother always taught her to go down fighting- and right now words were all the girl had to fight with.  Well..that and the quarter stick of dynamite shoved up her holiest of holys'.<br/><br/>But she wasn't quite 'there' yet.<br/><br/>Emma jerks her arms free of the ghouls grasp, and walks over to the Ranger, she leans over his shoulder, whispering to answer his own question.<span style="color: blue"> "You want to protect her to uphold your idiotic ideals of propriety- the notion that it is your right, NAY! Your DUTY to 'protect' or fuck anything moderately attractive and demure. Preferably both. But the fact shes fuckin' out here at all and not dead should show you she doesn't NEED yr' protecting."</span><br/><br/>She leans back, standing to her full height, and  gives the ghoul another shit eating grin,<span style="color: blue"> "He always fallin' inlove with any cute little thing to cross his path? Bet that's how you two kids hooked up." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>