Emma was reclining against the wall, between Loretta and Jynx. As far- far away from Darion and anyone else she didn't trust..mainly..everyone.  She inhales on her over sized cigar, and takes a step forward after Loretta talks. She speaks with a calm, collective bravado that the group may not have seen much of. There is still fear,but the call of 'the greater good' out weighs it.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue"> "I'm willing to play nice."</span>she starts.<span style="color: blue">"That don't entail playin' stupid. Duos' information...i'll give. IF i know..which..I really..haven't a fuckin clue what you think I know, OR How you all magically stumbled on me...an all that shit.  I'd be in the Gangers hands it it weren't fr' Loretta. An I'm damn grateful . " </span>She turns and offers a sheepish grin, blushing for a second and clearing her throat.<span style="color: blue"> "I'll answer whatever I know and remember." </span><br/><br/>She turns to Darion.<span style="color: blue">"Whatever information I give to Fanya and Duos..lets hope it answers yr' questions too. I ain't looking to be an information broker any time soon." </span>She still hated this guy.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">" This of course sours my name and reputation with just about every group in the wastelands. There is a bounty on my head. And going rats going to put another few on it.  It'll be more caps then any of you will ever  likely see with the exception of Miss Fanya over here.."  </span>She paces the room and stops in the middle.<span style="color: blue"> "Any of you fuckers get greedy here...think you can make a few caps? That ain't happening. Playing nice ain't playing stupid. And I don't play cards without a fuckin Ace or twelve up my sleeve." </span>She turns around the room, stopping when she gets to Jynx.<span style="color: blue">"The legion , or NCR comes after me..you see any of these fuckers tie me up...No excuse. No bullshit. You rush in. And you Kill me. Let Jynx out. Whatever you have to do. But don't let em take me. Don't get hurt..don't be a fuckin hero. But don't let 'em take me." </span>Her eyes are desperate. Shes deathly serious. Walking around with the dynamite wasn't fun.  Jynx would be close during this entire fiasco.  Sue owed her a favor. Now that wasn't why she did what she did with Jynx, but it as a nice bonus...and frankly she deserved abonus for THAT level of searing ass-pain.<span style="color: blue"> "Please."</span><br/><br/>Her eyes are desperate. She turns to Loretta before Jynx can answer<span style="color: blue">. "I ain't saying I don't trust you Ghoulie." </span>she explains,<span style="color: blue">"But the kid'll off me. You'll try some theatrics to break my ass free and get us both killed. An I don't want that on my conscious." </span><br/><br/>She crosses her arms before anyone can answer.<span style="color: blue"> " Before I answer anything however,as a curious party. I need to know if you think this ..organization, NCR, your shadow- whats-its, or the legion are responsible for Duos'..erm..." </span>she swallows a bit.<span style="color: blue"> "I know its out there- but uh not to bring up painful shit but...Is the ghoulification part of Project 19?." </span>Her body language is tense as she starts to put these bits of information together. If part of Project 19 was turning Duos into a ghoul..He could be all bloody veins and puss under that get up.  And then these could be the people behind...everything. Emma shakes her head. She doesn't want to think about it. She stopped thinking about it long long ago. She looks at Loretta for a second and is hit by regret. She should have told the ghoul the truth. But..it was the heat of the moment, and painful memories don't really come out the best when you're furious/scared out of your mind.   Her entire mindset could be altered by this answer. She'd go from a..slightly willing participate, to a creature bent on revenge.  She hadn't put these pieces together before on account of being all piss and vinegar , but now...<span style="color: blue"> "We might have a whole lot more to discuss then yr' questions.."  </span><br/><br/>She feels sick to her stomach.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>