Loretta had already begun loading the shotgun again by the time the sniper rifle blew the brains out of that freaking huge deathclaw. When it dropped like a sack of grain, there were a few things she felt in a certain order: first, she felt immense relief that the thing was dead. Second, she felt proud of herself in that she'd helped save lives, even if it had almost cost her own in their place. Third, she felt remarkably stupid for doing that in the first place; even though it turned out all right in the end, that was definitely not one of her better ideas. Fourth, she decided to check on everyone, now that the chopper wasn't firing anymore. Jesus, she hadn't seen a more piss-poor shot in fifty years.<br/><br/>Darion seemed okay. Probably had his mind blown all to Hell from just how ridiculous all of that was, but still fine. 'Turncoat'  looked like she was good, though probably even more angry at the world at large after the mess. The chopper had also landed, though Loretta paid it little attention. What mattered most was that it was down and the dumbass who was at the gun no longer was. Loretta walked up to 'Turncoat' with the shotgun resting on her shoulder. "<span style="color: purple">Sorry about that,</span>" she said apologetically to both her prisoner and Darion, "<span style="color: purple">but I'm not going to just sit back and watch while you've got three people down there that are about to get mauled to death by a deathclaw that's tripping on three bottles of Buffout.</span>"<br/><br/>With one hand she began to fiddle with the rope that bound 'Turncoat's' hands together. She jerked her thumb behind her, having seen the helicopter crew come out with the slightest of glances she'd given it. "<span style="color: purple">They've got their sights on you, so running off is still not the greatest of ideas. Just figured you'd be a little more comfortable to talk when you're not tied up.</span>" Though that was the reason she'd given, her real motive for undoing the rope was out of a sense of responsibility. She'd almost gotten the three of them killed, and after the nerve she'd struck with her, Loretta felt obligated to somehow make it so she wasn't so furious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>