Hearing the knock on her opened door and Fanya's soft voice, Loretta answered with a sharp "<span style="color: purple">Yo.</span>" She cocked her gun, now fully operational and in as good of condition as it could be, and set it down on the bed next to her.<br/><br/>Loretta looked over in Fanya's direction, and invited her in with a wave of her hand. She still felt a little bad about her rant in the office, but she didn't regret any of her feelings about the situation, either. She knew what Fanya had come to discuss. "<span style="color: purple">I assume you wanna chat about my little episode, eh?</span>" she asked, the question somewhat rhetorical.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>