As the Ghoul reaches out to offer Emma the canteen she debates for a moment if she should take it.  Yes. Its likely nothing more then a kind gesture for a captive.  But on the other hand..it could be drugged. However, she'd be eaisier to move if she was awake and bound. So Emma decides to accept the offer.  This time there is no thank-you- however there is a look conveying thanks as she greedily places the canteen to her lips and chugs its contents in under a minute. She hadn't had a drink in damn near a day.  Hadn't eaten in a week, and slept for more then 10 minutes with her eyes half lidded in a month.<br/><br/>Turncoat watches the strangers approach the ranger,  then looks to the ghoul as she trots off to help.   Shes confused by the ghouls actions, but in her experiance it always had been thoes who were the worst off in life that gave the most.  She closes the canteen and takes off after the ghoul as she asks for help.  Emma felt she owed the woman a few favors due to her kindness. The wastelands were a dangerous place, and one filled with everything , save for a friendly face.  Emma may have been hardened, a complete asshole, and a bit of a shady character, but random kindness was something she hadn't seen in her life in a very very long time.<span style="color: blue"> "Wait up.." </span>she calls out. If anything was to go down..the Ghoul was as good as any to have in her favor.<br/><br/>She is out of earshot when pilot speaks to Darion. Unaware that they are even talking about her at all. So when it comes out that the people from the chopper are after a 'project 19'- a wave of relief washes over Emma. Maybe she wasn't as dead as she thought.<br/><br/>It seems as if the situation with the injured travelers is under control.  Emma eyes the two women, the pink haired one in particular.  Something about her ..was ..off. The other seemed far to innocent to live for long out in the wastes.  She looks around for this 'project 19' for a moment. Surmising it was the third individual in the canyon, she decides to tend to other things on her mind.<br/><br/>Emma reaches out, grasping the ghoul by the wrist, tugging her back away from the group a bit as  the wounded were tended to.<span style="color: blue">"Erm..you got a name Ghoulie?" </span>she smirks - the same shit eating grin she gave the women when she was first saved. Her grin is intoxicating, a charismatic toothy grin. If she wasn't so badly scared, heavily tattooed, and as Ranger-fuck said- sport a mohawk, maybe she'd be 'pretty'. However Emma liked being 'ugly' far better. It tended to keep at least a portion of the unsavory sorts away.<span style="color: blue">"Reckon'  I owe you a debt.  Callin' ya a shuffler just don't sit right with me after how you helped me..</span>"  She rubs her wrists and her hand instinctively goes to the back of her neck, rubbing along the rope burns.  Some wounds took longer to heal then others.<span style="color: blue">"Course I'll still have ta' try and gut you if yr' entertainin turning me in to the Gangers'." <br/>
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