Few people on the planet could get away with telling Emma to shut the hell up and not face a screeching banshee of a madwoman ..  Of any of them, Loretta had the best chance.  Unfortunately, this wasn’t a case where  the simple request worked.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“You’re such a bleeding fucking heart Loretta.  "</span>Emma's voice is raspy and thick as she tries to keep her patience..she fails, and starts to ramble,<span style="color: blue">" This –isn’t- our fucking business, do you know what happens to people who stick their noses in to other peoples fucking business like they’re a goddamn hero? They end up –dead-.  I don’t know the last time  I saw firsthand the shit the legion does, but fuck if i don't remember the heads on a goddamn pike outside NCR Correctional ."</span>She shakes her head and throws her hands up in frustration,<span style="color: blue"> " Fuck its not that I ain’t sympathetic, but News flash ya old bitch, YOU’RE A fucking ghoul! What do you think they’re goin to do ta’ you for tryin to help?  Now I dunno about you, but that whole business with the Painted lady an shit was enough ‘near death’ to last me a fuckin lifetime.”</span><br/><br/>Emma growls and reaches a hand out to rest on the dashboard, trying to steady herself as Loretta drives the death-car In a way that show cases her profound irritation with her.  Emma was no coward, but the list of things she cared about was pretty slim. All of them were in the deathcar. She’d come  to …..have some confusing  feelings regarding the ghoul, but it was nothing she’d spend too much time thinking about. If constantly thinking about it wasn't 'too much' . All Emma knew was that she cared for Loretta, and she’d be damned if they went running into danger.<br/><br/>The pair had been through a lot, and Emma while not nearly as caustic and out for her own needs as she was when the pair first met, but she was nothing if not ridiculously over protective of the closest friend she had. She’d paint it in a color that looked like she didn’t care about anyone and was too cowardly to do the ‘right thing’, but deep down the little fearful convict was just shit terrified of strolling into a legion skirmish with her ghoul bestie. They’d  both be in a world of hurt if they were caught, they’d both die, but Loretta would have it worse.<br/><br/>She looks to Loretta, sighing as her hand runs through her hair. The thick blue dyed locks are pulled back on her head, the Mohawk long gone, and in its place was the far more practical pony tail , pulled back along her scalp. She knows that look of determination meant there was no swaying her friend on this. Goddamnit.<span style="color: blue"> “Fuck…I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this – am i?”<br/>
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