s Loretta, staying close. When they come upon the glowing ghoul, she’s …intrigued. How did this man –survive- with this much radiation? Secondly..was it..safe for them to be around these people?  Emma tries to stay on her best behavior..she notices how this man this Jason Bright stares at her.  The gaze doesn’t make her uncomfortable, it simply keeps her on her toes. She doesn’t like being stared at by –anyone- let alone some religious nutter- which judging by the pamphlets that covered the floors of the facility, something was amiss.<br/><br/>Emma didn’t trust easily, but these people. This Bright, in spite of his odd appearance, odd demeanor, and even stranger appearance, seemed harmless. They were here to help, and as long as Loretta insisted on lending a hand, so too would Emma.  She listens to Loretta and the glowing ghoul talk. Nodding anxiously when Loretta mentions the convicts prowess with explosives.  She hadn’t really blown something up since the huge ass door that sent her flying across the room and scarred the  fuck out of her right arm. She could stand to blow some Legion fucks sky high.<br/><br/>When all Loretta asks for is a bed and some ammo, the convict grins. Of course Loretta didn’t have it in her to ask for caps. They’d been running low  on funds, so low in fact Emma hadn’t been drunk in ..god knows how long.  While she knew the ghouls likely couldn’t offer much in the ways of monetary compensation , maybe they had some alter wine she could pilfer?  There was something to be said for the devoutly religious. They always had the best liquor.   Theres no point in taking from these people, they had nothing, and she’d never get Loretta–not- to help. So asking for anything was…pointless.<span style="color: blue"> “I’m just here to keep this one alive.” </span>She points at Loretta grinning affectionately, slightly proud of her self for having the decorum to  not ask for monetary compensation .<span style="color: blue"> “ Course’ I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to some explosives or some whiskey if you had any.  Smokes too. Fuck it’s been a while since we left New Vegas..”</span><br/><br/>She reaches her hand out in a greeting to the glowing ghoul, and notices that he looks on with a look of slight disbelief.<span style="color: blue">“Names Emma Starr..er…kin…son.”</span>She rambles, shaking her head as she stammers.  Old habits died hard , she couldn’t just bring her self to give her name. Who knows what would happen and who had a bounty on her still. Maybe The legion would over come Loretta and herself..maybe the ghouls would have seen a wanted poster and would think nothing of turning her in to save their own asses if push came to shove. She straightens up and nods, forcing a smile ,<span style="color: blue"> “Emma Starrkenson. That’s me. Nice ta’ meet you.” </span>She’s about as smooth as the coarsest grade of sandpaper, and about half as cuddly.  She looks over her shoulder towards Loretta and gives  a slight little shrug.<span style="color: blue">“So ….don’t suppose you guys have any hand held versions of them rockets you got out front?” </span>She waggles her brow suggestively, almost turned on by the prospect of blowing something sky high with a precision rocket.<br/><br/>All tact is forgotten however as she continues, (undoubtedly to Lorettas dismay, )<span style="color: blue">"So what sorta crazy ass shit do you fuckers believe in anyhow?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>