Loretta's face slowly became more and more embittered as Fanya began to reveal her secrets to the others. By the time that she'd finished telling the story of her cannibalistic ways, Loretta was in a snarl that made her look like some kind of vengeful revenant that was going to rip Fanya's head off. Even if it was done out of necessity, and eventually to those who'd already deserved to be killed, it... it was still<i> wrong</i>. "<span style="color: purple">And I suppose you and Jynx would like to go and have some liver for brunch, huh? Make sure they've been real chemmed up for a little seasoning?</span>" she spat. Her blatant disgust was more than likely either insulting or guilt-inspiring, though Loretta cared not which.<br/><br/>Regardless of whatever else Fanya did, was doing or was to do, unless it was something short of saving the whole of New Vegas, Loretta would always hold some contempt. She would have rather starved to death herself, if forced into such situations. In her eyes, Fanya was like that nutters freak from the Wastes, only with a decent attempt to excuse herself and a disguise of being a more tasteful person. She gritted her teeth as the woman spoke, still wanting to strangle her, but didn't act on it. No matter how enticing the idea was, Loretta reminded herself that she, for one, was working for her. Second, she had to take into account that Fanya<i>was</i>starting to break herself of the habit and was remorseful, however little it helped her case. Last, but sure as Hell not least, Fanya was fucking strong. Didn't look all that ripped, but she was just as strong as if she was. From that little incident, Loretta decided that if it ever came to violence between them, she'd make sure she had her gun loaded with slugs.<br/><br/>Looking down, Loretta shook her head before looking Fanya square in the eyes. "<span style="color: purple">I think that I'd have probably been able to forgive you for it if it wasn't your own fault. Bailing like that was outright stupid. But, whatever. It's not like there's anything I could do about it anyway, is there?</span>" Her voice was still dripping with venom as she said it, but after that she crossed her arms, remaining silent. It was obvious that she'd deal with it, however begrudgingly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>