<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh Shi...”</span>Darion started to curse as he noticed Emma coming right at him.  He had no time to brace or anything, not that he could stop her whole wight anyway.  When she collided against the guard of his rifle, darion's feet slipped down the steps.  His hands released his rifle, letting it fall until the strap caught it.  Darion on the other hand went backward down the stairs with his arms wide for just an instant until he caught the railing after tumbling down half a dozen steps.<br/><br/>It took him a long moment to recover, to get his feet under him and righted.  Another moment it took for his disoriented senses to right themselves before he felt confident enough to start climbing again.  Thought, by the time he got to the top of the again, the last he saw of his target was a foot disappearing, and mostly a door slamming shut.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Shit... Fucking bitch... that hurt...”</span>he said to himself as he kept moving, but much slower.  He also retrieved his hat from the floor before replacing it to where it belonged.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“That hurt...”</span><br/><br/>He walked down the hall, guessing as to where the door tat he had heard the slamming door from.  Once he reached the correct area he began trying the handles on the doors, the first half dozen on both sides of the hall were locked though.  At least that was true until he came to one door that the handle actually turned and loosened the door.  Instead of pushing it in though, he backed up a step and raised his rifle, the handle in his right hand, and used his left to ease the door open, the barrel of his rifle following through the opening to sweep the room just in case Emma attacked again.<br/><br/>But the sight that greeted him was first Emma a couple steps to the door, and his rifle was trained on her upon sight, but his eyes immediately left her for the amazing sight that greeted him from around the Turncoat.  Though he couldn't get a perfect look until he moved into the room and to the left a little to get a strait light of sight of the painted woman.  He froze in his place before his eyes began running up and down her body.  She was perfect, and that thought showed with the appreciation his eyes.  They also filled with lust because he realized almost instantly that she was naked besides the paint.<br/><br/>Internally, Darion thought<i><span style="color: SeaGreen">'Oh my god, I never knew there were women on this scale of beauty in New Vegas.  I must not have been to this club before, I could never forget this.'</span></i>after those thoughts went through his head, Darion's stunned silence ended.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ma'am, I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you are the most stunningly beautiful sight that these old soldier's eyes have ever seen, or will ever see.”</span>Darion said, not even bothering to try charming or anything for this woman, just speaking the truth as he saw it.  When he looked at this woman's eyes, he felt charming her would be useless from him, she was the charmer, and probably more of a master at it that anyone else in the Wasteland.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>