Becca was about to relay to the doctor just how Jynx was hurt but her ability to speak was severely impaired by the appearance if the breathtaking painted woman. As sift, but clearly audible "oh my" slipped from her as she simply stared. Becca's tongue flicked over her lips. All of her life she had been proud of her looks. Not arrogant mind, just proud of how she looked. For the first time in a long while Becca felt downright homely and blushed at this gorgeous woman seeing her so dishevelled.<br/><br/>The thoughts quickly fled her mind though when the woman started to organize an effort to help Jynx. Despite her nudity or almost nudity she issued quick orders and there appeared to be no doubt that they would be carried out. Could this be the boss they were to meet? She was odd to say the least, but given that she was holding a girl injured going toe to toe with a deathclaw alpha perhaps odd was the order of cruel day.<br/><br/>She smiled softly when she saw the sniper come out. She still owed him a thank you and blushed at the realization that in her haste to get out of the valley she had no properly introduced herself or got his name.  When the painted woman finished giving instruction, an exhausted Becca thanked her and simply held Jynx until the stretcher arrived.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>