"Well-" Jo tilted her head, even as she brought her gun back up. "-we are already here." There were worse ways to do it, and it was probably pointless to split up now.
Even if this Steph was not someone she'd be quite to comfortable just walking away from. Beside or within the work. She wasn't Rachel. No one was Jack now, except the aching ghost of a memory. Not to mention that she was only talking, marginally, to one of the two others she'd trust with every side of a large cover.
In a pinch, she'd probably still go to bat with Cookie Girl.
"Onward into the dark and creepy wood." Not that is was much of either currently.
But the motif fit her mouth and the whole reason they were there, tracking down the monster.
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There were worse ways to do it, and it was probably pointless to split up now.
Even if this Steph was not someone she'd be quite to comfortable just walking away from. Beside or within the work. She wasn't Rachel. No one was Jack now, except the aching ghost of a memory. Not to mention that she was only talking, marginally, to one of the two others she'd trust with every side of a large cover.
In a pinch, she'd probably still go to bat with Cookie Girl.
"Onward into the dark and creepy wood." Not that is was much of either currently.
But the motif fit her mouth and the whole reason they were there, tracking down the monster.