Emma nods,<span style="color: blue"> "Hand me the cigar first."</span>she reaches a hand out towards the smoldering stick she left on the nightstand.<span style="color: blue"> "Take what you want from the mini-bar too..."</span>She slides over , covering at least the scarred side of her body with the bubbles, then her neck, she plunges her arms under water. Her lanky limbs covered with prisoner tattoos and endless scars and markings. Shes got plenty of bruises too. Abuse and this girl had a long..long history.<br/><br/>She raises a brow, and tilts her head.  Wasn't the ..<span style="color: blue">"So..You're not Jynx?" </span>She nods as if she needs no more information then that.<span style="color: blue"> "So what do I call <b>YOU </b>kid?" </span><br/>She'd met all sorts in prison- The world forced people to do fucked up shit. Emma was no judge. She'd done fucked up shit too.<br/>One thing shocking to most about Emma..was her limitless empathy and understanding.<br/>Unless you were a man..fuck..did she dislike men in general.<br/><span style="color: blue">"So..why does Jynx want you to hurt Becca?"</span>She inhales on her cigar deep in thought already on this predicament.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>