When Emma bolted up the Nuka-Cola machine and jumped through the hole above, Loretta faltered slightly. Emma's lanky, monkey-like form served her well, it seemed. The flash of hesitation she gave also granted the fuck-nut of a girl the chance to get up herself. Loretta replied to her simple words with a particularly mean snarl, and she put away her machete before clambering up the machine and through the hole herself.<br/><br/>She'd made a charge in Loony's direction, having slung her shotgun into her hands, ready to fire... when the freak flopped to the ground. Loretta stepped a little bit to the side as the one mechanic-girl that had been at the canyon went immediately to Loony's aid. Whatever sick relationship they had didn't matter much to the ghoul woman anyway. What did matter was that she saw Emma and Darion, her ex-Ranger partner being shoved down the stairs.<br/><br/>From there, many things began to happen too fast for Loretta to properly keep up. First, Emma opened the door she was right next to and revealed who was one of the most beautiful people Loretta had ever seen. Next, the mad-madam was dragged away on a stretcher; whatever made her collapse was apparently going to be fixed. Everyone- which was quite alarge group of people for such a small hallway- was soon told to follow that natural work of art, which she much obligingly did. As the crowd followed behind the beautiful woman, Loretta scanned about; she was pretty sure that Emma wouldn't<i>not</i>be following the pretty thing. With a few more glances, she spotted the tall one, and managed to slide herself next to her. Her shotgun went over her shoulder, though her hand was still on it as she said, "<span style="color: purple">Whether or not you run again is probably going to depend on if you run into another fine thing like this, isn't it?</span>" Though she felt little arousal at the woman at all, Loretta cocked her head a little to the side anyway, checking her out. She gave an elbow into Emma's ribs. "<span style="color: purple">Quite a looker, huh?</span>" she murmured, her gravelly voice kept low.<br/><br/>((If I've missed anyone or anything necessary, please tell me, and I'll try to edit it in, but please throw me a bone here. I don't think I've ever had to catch up with so much in one go.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>