<span style="color: blue">"Loretta..."</span>She nods. Emma cracks a grin and runs her hands over the right side of her face- much like one would see burly gentlemen do post shaving. she feels along the scared and textured planes of her squared jaw.<span style="color: blue"> "I ain't exactly a Smoothskin, but close enough I'd wager." </span>She dusts off her hand,<span style="color: blue">"Names Emma Starr. The name Turncoat works too these days..seems thats what most take ta' callin me after the gangers got all butt-hurt over lil' ol me an my big old mouth.."  </span><br/>As Emma reaches out her hand for Loretta to take - the shot rings out.<br/><br/>She reacts like anyone on the run would, placing her hand on the top of her head and crouching to her knees.  She looks around for a moment, scanning the situation. When she sees the smoldering hunk of plastic in the mechanics hand, she exhales. This whole situation was about to turn volitile. It would take a hell of a lot of convincing to get Emma to talk about ANYTHING these days. She didn't need another bounty on her head, further more, she didn't have a fuckin' scrap of loyalty to these people. She debates running while the group is distracted by the interesting fellow who took off. Split efforts. But Emma wasn't a fighter. That was part of the problem. She could manipulate anyone -usually by pissing them off, in to doing just about anything. She figured she'd take her chances with  trying to talk her way out of this...unless.<br/><br/>She blinks as the asian girl crouches in front of them. Both of them eye to eye ground level.  The tiny pink haired girl with a down right crazed look in her eye was an interesting sight to behold all battered bruised and covered in blood. Emma smiles wide,<span style="color: blue">"You're fuckin crazy kid." </span>her fingers fumbling through the thin strip of hair on her head and over the short cropped stubble.<span style="color: blue"> "Under any other circumstances I'd be damn glad to meet someone as fuckin' reckless an bat-shit crazy as you..."</span>She scoffs, a slightly irritated and fatalistic grimace takes over her features<span style="color: blue">. "Cept' this whole..situation don't bode real well fr' me." </span>She looks between Loretta and crouching girl.<span style="color: blue"> "Unless of course you two feel like makin' a glorious exit in a hail of gunfire..."</span>She quirks a brow hopeful, even though she knows she will be turned down.<br/><br/>Whatever this "D" and his compatriots had in store for her couldn't be pleasant.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>