Emma sighs. She didn't want to stay. She had a mini fridge full of liquor and an ass that was killing her. A ghoul that was sure as shit pissed at her, and a near suicide mission in the morning.  She sighs. This bitch won't let up.<span style="color: blue">"I know you can't stand to be out of my sight for too long princess so sure...but lets make it quick , I got lots of 'last night on earth' shit to do." </span><br/><br/>She lets Fanya address Becca first, but before Loretta leaves she makes sure to stop the woman.<span style="color: blue"> "If yr' the moral compass for this whole thing..you an i should have a talk. Gotta ..come clean on some shit." </span><br/><br/>Emma then sits in an over stuffed chair, fiddling with a pocket knife in her elaborate mens suit, waiting to talk to Fanya.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>