Her bag and God-knows-how-many belts of ammunition at her hip and shoulder, the machete hanging from her belt and her hunting shotgun at her back, Loretta holstered a sawn-off shotgun opposite her blade; one would have thought her to have doubled her weight in lead at first glance. She nodded with a grunt in confirmation of Fanya's inquiry.<br/><br/>Taking the gun offered by Emma, she gave the con a nod and said, a half-smile coming to her face, "<span style="color: purple">Don't say I'll never help you.</span>" It too was tucked into her belt, along with many other forms of armament.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>