"<span style="color: purple">I can't take drugs... </span>" Fanya walked back over to where Emma and Becca were conversing while medics carried away the drunken customer off to the nearest first aid station that the Omertas might have had "<span style="color: purple">... part of the addiction I'm fighting.</span>" She expression was cold... stoicism. "<span style="color: purple">And if you don't believe me, you can fuck off.</span>" Fanya motioned with her hand to her ears, "<span style="color: purple">Acute hearing... better than a dog. One of many side-effects of being some sort of mutant or whatever I am.</span>" She walked back to her seat with the food, smiled slightly as she nodded to Sue acknowledging her presence and appreciative of how well Sue was wearing the repaired gear. She stared at her smiling and while still speaking to Emma continued, "<span style="color: purple">Someone told me off recently and rightfully so.</span>" Now Fanya stared Emma down,  "<span style="color: purple">Just because we share something in common, like 'pain', doesn't mean we are the same person or you even know me, how extreme my pain is or what I am about. So...</span>" She gave Emma the bird, which ended the conversation for Fanya. She took a look around. Fanya's smile returned to her as she looked at the gathered group.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Well, we are all mostly here. Why don't we finish up eating, we can meet in my office and where we will gather the rest of the gang and where I will explain everything there is to explain about me to everyone at once, so I don't have to repeat myself multiple times. Sound good?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>