Loretta courteously listened to everything that Fanya had to say, hanging onto every word and nodding when she found a mutual or agreeable statement. She gave a snort when Fanya commented about herself. "<span style="color: purple">Exotic? Sure. Freak? My ass. I can't imagine anybody not envying what you've got. Well, as long as they didn't know what came with it. But still.</span>"<br/><br/>Okay,<i>mostly</i>courteously.<br/><br/>To Fanya's words about not eating her, Loretta replied, "<span style="color: purple">Heh. I doubt anybody would wanna eat something like me anyway. A little tough, I'd imagine.</span>" Part of it was meant to be a little humorous, but it was an honest belief. She would never flatter herself an imagine that she'd be considered appetizing in the least to even the hungriest cannibal out there.<br/><br/>When it came to describing the morality of the situations, Loretta turned serious again. To have the responsibility over the well-being of many others was something she did not really like, but she understood the importance of having someone who could make the right choices when the situation presented itself. "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, it makes a lotta sense. Doesn't mean I like it, but I'm sure nobody else here likes that they're going on a job that could probably get them pumped full of lead, either.</span>" She closed her eyes, brows furrowed, and took a deep breath before saying, "<span style="color: purple">I'll keep all these guys in line. Count on it.</span>" She recognized the power and responsibility that came along with her role, but knew that she would more than likely have to use it, and show them what they'd have to do when put in a situation that demanded such.<br/><br/>Oy, she was in for a long day.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>