Emma stands from her crouching position,<span style="color: blue">".yy...yes...mo..hawk."</span>Maybe the tiny crazy one wasn't all there.That would explain alot.<span style="color: blue">"Yours seems ta' be in better shape then mine."</span>Her fingers trail through the floppy bits of hair strewn about on her head.<span style="color: blue">"That was some fancy shit you pulled.." </span><br/><br/>No ones so much as acknowledged her little escape plan. Maybe the crazy sons of bitches weren't so fuckin crazy after all.<span style="color: blue">"The fuck you starin' at kid..." </span>Emma growls a bit at the crouching girl who is oddly finding the strangest shit to stare at.<br/><br/><br/>She turns to Loretta,<span style="color: blue"> "Course..you realize this lil' truce of ours don't mean dick if this situation goes south.." </span>she grumbles as she shifts her weight, she liked the ghoul...but no one was gonna force her anywhere she didn't wanna go...at least not without one hell of a fuckin fight.<span style="color: blue"> "Ghoul 'er smooth skin, friend or foe..you all explode the same..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>