Emma is unconvinced her clever ploy to avoid saying what she said  had worked. She's even less convinced when Loretta tries to reassure her.  Her heart start pounding in her chest, a constant thud that usually only serves to remind her that she needs a drink, now is a bit more complex.<span style="color: blue"> "Heh..." </span>she laughs grimly,<span style="color: blue">"You know I can't shoot fr shit."</span>She shrugs and deliberately looks down, trying to avoid Lorettas gaze.<span style="color: blue">"With shit all for weapons, and only a handful of Abraxo bombs..there ain't much I can do." </span>She shrugs and wishes the Brandy wasn't needed for the bombs.  Biting the cork and yanking it away she starts to dutifully layer the tin cans with their lids, pushing the metal in to create a barrier , she layers in the alcohol, and weaves the wires through.<br/><br/>She hopes theirs booze left. She looks to Loretta now, finally meeting her eyes.<span style="color: blue"> "Theres like...at least 50 of them, and two of us.  Fr' what its worth ya' old bitch..if we die heh...I...I dunno 'Loretta. Something something strange trip...something something profound statement."</span>she stammers the alcohol still affecting her, she can't simply -say- how she feels...heavens forbid.<span style="color: blue">"Ya know...I got..a whole mess o' shit to  say to you. "s</span>he laughs grimly, unsure -why- this particular task seems so daunting,<span style="color: blue"> "But I think i'd rather spend what could be my last night..not looking like quite the asshole i normally do." </span>she smiles now and looks over to the billowing smoke.<span style="color: blue">"Why don' you go sleep er' somethin? I'll finish up here." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>