Emma nods .<span style="color: blue">"Night." </span>she whispers. It wasn't that she needed constant reassurance, but Loretta had more time under her belt, more years out in the wastes while Emma spent her time in prison.   The convict settles down next to the ghoul, and pulls the blanked over herself, and partially over Loretta.  She yawns , exhausted, and resolves her self to try to sleep.  She lays there for a few minutes, crossing her arms and watching the ghoul try to sleep. It isn't working and they both know it.<br/><br/>She looks up to the night sky and thinks about the way things have been going the past few months.  Breaking out of NCR correctional, the business with Fanya, New Vegas and all that jazz. One person helped her evolve from a raider and a convict, to ....well she didn't know. Wasteland adventurer? Protector of the downtrodden? She laughs to her self as she thinks of the absurdity.   One thing didn't change, the Legion, Powder Gangers, and pretty much all organized factions aside from maybe the Brotherhood of Steel , were all the same.  If she was captured ,her fate was grim. Captivity still scared the shit out of the convict. "Loretta.." Emma  whispers quietly, hoping the ghoul is still up,<span style="color: blue">"Remember the promise i made Jynx swear' ta be before that shit all went to hell? They get me...the legion, er..anyone . Ya gotta' promise me if yr' still kicking when they're pulling me away that you'll put two shots from that gun' o yrs  between my eyes before ya' let em take me back ta' a holding cell. "</span>She shakes her head and fumbles with the tattooed flesh of her prisoners stamp. She nuzzles closer to Loretta, knowing what she's asking isn't an easy thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>