((Damn. Had to do Social Security bullshit today, so I missed more than half of my day. I'll get back into gear right about now, though.))<br/><br/>Having caught some of what D said, Loretta mumbled to herself, "<span style="color: purple">We're all bastards,</span>" and left it at that. She had little else to say at the time.<br/><br/>When Emma asked for her name, Loretta's demeanor, though not outright softened, became less tense; those damned guys in the chopper made her nervous as Hell, especially the gunner. She felt that he should get a good whack from the blunt edge of her machete for every time he fired that thing until he got it right. He was probably more dangerous than that huge ass deathclaw when he manned it.<br/><br/>But, enough of what had her on edge. Something about being around Emma gave her the feeling that she was in good company, if only because they shared a similar sense of justice. "<span style="color: purple">Name's Loretta Taylor. Don't worry about the Gangers. If I had the money to afford another gun and enough ammo, I'd help you flush that place. Despicable bunch, they are.</span>" Her head went a little to the side and she added, "<span style="color: purple">Your name would be nice too. Smoothskin's a bit harsher than shuffler, if you ask me.</span>"<br/><br/>Annie's rush down to go and help the rather freaky one and overtake them caused Loretta to slow down a bit and do more watching than anything else. The pink-haired one was up and ready in no time, though Loretta showed no effort into hiding that she was suspicious of nearly any movement from her. The gunshot that shattered the megaphone, though; as soon as she heard it, Loretta had the shotgun at the ready, and was more than ready to fire in whatever direction the bullet came from. Whoever made it had to have done so intentionally, or else he just had some really shitty luck with his rifle. She'd nearly ignored D's look, though she gave him a glance in return. She figured it was mostly about 'Turncoat', and the fact that she would have to address the matter at some point was made clear.<br/><br/>When the nutjob Asian girl called out to them, Loretta raied a brow, though she still offered a nod and a simple reply of, "<span style="color: purple">Hey there,</span>" herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>