Hearing Emma's tiniest bit of satisfaction made Loretta feel like she'd accomplished something today already, even if the Legionnaires were still parked a ways from the ridge and none of them had been killed yet. She nodded silently as she helped Emma place the bombs properly, not saying a single thing for the half hour it took to get the stuff in the right spots. When they finished, Loretta stood and looked at their work, having patted down just enough dirt over the mines to make them relatively unnoticeable.<br/><br/>Nervousness drove Loretta to pull out her shotgun, and she fiddled with it, making sure that every last part of it was clean, all eight shells inside were inserted properly, and that it was cocked. Emma's words triggered that killer instinct she'd developed from spending over a century in the Mojave Wasteland, and soon her gun was head at the ready, about to aim at the noise; there was little for her to be so jumpy about, she realized, when she caught sight of none but Emma. Sighing, she slung it over her shoulder and her face straightened. "<span style="color: purple">Sorry, being a bit nervous makes the shoot-first-ask-later mode kick in,</span>" she mumbled apologetically. But, with another deep breath, she considered what Emma said. Placing a hand on her hip and looking her in the eye again, Loretta made a half-smile. "<span style="color: purple">Don't see why I wouldn't wanna sleep with a friend,</span>" she said, making a bit of a shrug. "<span style="color: purple">C'mon,</span>" she said, gesturing towards the building, "<span style="color: purple">Better find a place where the ferals aren't gonna end up gnawing us to death,</span>" putting an arm around Emma's waist as they walked back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>