Loretta followed Emma up to the rocks, took her hand when offered, and nodded. She knew that she didn't need Emma's hand, but it was more than just that the thought counted. The only time she could have imagined Emma being any closer with someone was if they were in bed, and it sure wasn't in an emotional way like they were. They had something special, and like Hell she was going to give it up. She pulled herself up when she finally got the proper foothold.<br/><br/>Plopping herself on the rock next to Emma, Loretta watched her dig through her bag and from it draw a blanket that looked like it had even more stories to tell than herself. "<span style="color: purple">Yeah, we oughta be safe, unless some deathclaws come by in the middle of the night, but at that point, nothing's safe anyway. Just a few come by and half the Legionnaires'll be dead, and I'd rather shoot the fuckers myself than let a beast with a penchant for murder do it for me.</span>"<br/><br/>In all honesty, she'd rather that the deathclaws would have a go at them anyway, if only because she'd like to seem them with their faces twisted in fear and agony, just like every other person they killed off slower than a corpse would rot. Again, she looked up at Emma, and said, "G'night. Don't let the deathclaws bite," and laid herself down with her shotgun at her side, next to where she imagined Emma would sleep. She imagined that she'd hardly get any sleep in the first place, but it was worth a shot. Folding her hands behind the back of her head and crossing her legs, Loretta then began to try to take a nap.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>