Loretta was right....Emma was fucked either way. And not in a particularly pleasant manner.<br/>She looked down to the pinkhaired girl.<span style="color: blue">"Right. Keep up informed on how all that goes...Don't forget to write.Really. BFFS!" </span><br/><br/>Emma quickly takes after the ghoul as she heads towards the car, leaving the new girl she'd yet to acknowledge , and the slightly crazy one behind.<span style="color: blue">"Ain't goin' with them in no fuckin' chopper thats for fuckin' sure.." </span><br/>Emma figured she'd take her chances, maybe with a little bit of luck, and maybe a tad of flirting-( or with outright hostility- ya' know..whatever worked,) she'd be able to coerce Loretta in to " accidentally" lose track of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Whats with the rust bucket anyhow?"</span>Emma pipes up as she chases after Loretta,<span style="color: blue"> "Is it Ranger-Fucks wheels or yours?"</span>She hops into the front seat and looks around the vehicle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>