Lorettas comments regarding anyone who was foolish enough to come after Emma warm her heart. The fact that –someone- anyone- and especially Loretta cared about her enough to look out for her.    Of course this is met with nothing but feigned attitude. She clasps her hands together  and tucks them under her chin.<span style="color: blue">“MYYYY herrrooooooo!”</span>Its snide, but deep down..maybe Loretta was…just a little bit.  She slams the car door and hefts her knapsack filled with random explosives over her shoulders and follows Loretta down the path and to the door of the facility.<br/><br/>Once inside, the convict feels horribly out of place. Ghouls. Ghouls everyplace.  Emma was more comfortable than most around ghouls then many humans, seeing them as no different than she really.  Shit..she was more fucked up looking then  a good number of the ghouls in the facility. She sees these people. Distraught, scrapping by. Hiding. She’s reminded of her time on the run, how getting caught by Loretta in avertedly saved her . Maybe these people deserved the same chance.<span style="color: blue">  “Alright Loretta…you win. But if you fucking get yourself killed because of that stupid fucking moral bullshit, I’m never going to fucking forgive you. Fuck.” </span>She finally admits, following Loretta close and letting her do the talking for the most part.  Maybe a little too close. She feels uneasy being stared at...not because she stood out like a sore thumb, but because she -hated- being the center of attention.  The sooner they were out of here..the better.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>