Fanya pipped in when Emma mentioned getting scared. She said with sincerity,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Sorry about that!</span>" She was in a rush at first. But then she slowed down, almost in awe as she heard something she just wasn't expecting at the moment. As she heard it all, the admission of her condition, the apology and her reasoning around her resistance to her in general. It all made sense but yet still she had this nagging thought in her mind. She smirked for a second, wanting to be funny and say,<i> 'so, you need something from me?'</i>but that wouldn't be what Emma was saying to do here. Emma was saying, '<span style="color: blue"><i>Accept what I am saying at face value.</i></span>' She had a lot of respect for that and knowing what she was about to tell... everyone... about almost everything, she wanted them to accept her at face value as well. Fanya would reciprocate that in this case.<br/><br/>Fanya didn't sit... she would sit and look up at Emma. That would be a sign of disrespect. Instead, she came around the desk and held out her hand for a handshake, "<span style="color: purple">Sometimes it is me...</span>" She waited a beat before continuing. "<span style="color: purple">I owe you an apology too... I try to make things work for all. Sometimes I try to hard, get to invested in trying to do the impossible. Sometimes I forget that there are times when people have to come around on their own, with my.... influence.</span>" She waited a bit,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I'm sorry, Emma.</span>"<br/><br/>When Emma shook her hand quickly and looked around nervously to change the subject, making mention of her file, she paused and smiled and returned to her desk.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Actually these files have nothing on you. Outside of what I gathered from Darion and the NCR on the Powder Gangers bounty, there is surprisingly little out there about you, as far I know.</span>" She rummages through her papers again, "<span style="color: purple">Even so, I have something you should listen too.</span>"<br/><br/>She walked over behind her desk and turned on a recording and playback device, "<span style="color: purple">I captured this over NCR bands a few hours ago. Well, D did.</span>"<br/><br/>She flipped on the switch and the recording played a hiss of short wave radio...and then<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Sir, they are gone!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">What do you mean they are gone?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">There is no one left, Sir!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">They disappeared?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">No I mean, no one is left alive!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">I thought our team went to collect 'rent'.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Yes sir, so did I, but apparently they did a lot more... the Powder Gangers are no more!</span>"<br/><br/>The radio transmission went back to a hiss as she turned it off.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I don't think you will have to worry about a bounty on your head from the Powder Gangers anymore.</span>" She took a beat and waited.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I keep my promises.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>