((Okay... gettin' caught up. At least it's not so overwhelming this time.))<br/><br/>When this Duos fellow, the jackass who didn't have a shit's worth of memory about anything pointed the gun at Fanya, Loretta's first reaction was to cock her gun and get it ready to paint the walls with him. As far as she knew, Fanya was the one here least deserving to die, save perhaps Becca, and like<i>Hell</i>was Loretta going to let him just blow her away. Thankfully, it hadn't come to shots being fired, and at that Loretta had relaxed her gun again. Once things had calmed down a bit, Loretta snorted at Emma's reply. The crooked smile practically screamed '<span style="color: purple">bullshit</span>' at the comment. Emma's brush was appreciated, though; it seemed the two of them were becoming a mite attached to each other, if still vitriolic as well.<br/><br/>And then,<i>again</i>more friction between Emma and Darion. Loretta's face straightened with a look one would have interpreted as, '<span style="color: purple">Seriously, people? Grow up...</span>' and Duos's shot at Emma had yet again made Loretta make a reach for her shotgun, though at Fanya's confident words she let it rest on her shoulder. She still felt her trigger finger itch a bit, though. She would most certainly not be the first to shoot if it came down to it, but she also was going to make sure that she was the last. Her scowl could not have been more bitter. When Fanya gave warning to what would happen if anybody went one inch out of line, Loretta snarked, "<span style="color: purple">I'm pretty sure the sex thing doesn't really apply to me,</span>" smirking a bit, though she made no aggressive moves nor took a threatening stance to draw a weapon. "<span style="color: purple">But whatever. I'd still like to get as much out of this as I can. I've got some ammunition to buy and raiders to waste with it, so I'd really like to get a chance to hear what you're planning. Oughta be pretty damned neat if you're offering so many caps for it, eh?</span>"<br/><br/>The screaming had caught her attention just as soon as the last of her words had left her thin, dry and cracked lips. It sounded like the surgeon had been mocking them all, although what came from the crazy cannibal seemed very much a genuine shriek of pain. She knew that she shouldn't worry about it, but there was something in the tone that made her feel concerned about it all. It seemed that Becca was being worried like Hell about it all, as Loretta took note of the clenched fists and feeling of tension emanating from her. Maybe there was something she could help her out with; by the looks of things, she was way too inexperienced to go very far without someone else's support. Loretta didn't expect to befriend her, but hey, she could still be Becca's sponge for letting out anything causing her trouble. It'd help keep everyone less likely to rip another's throat out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>