Shatterverse

[therighttime]

Steph is glad, on a daily basis, for how well-made her flak jacket is. Even if it's really too hot for it in summer woods of Colorado, there's plenty of pockets and a bandoleer that keeps the radio close to her jaw.

Which will make it easier to call in for back up, if whatever's causing all the ruckus on Babs' screen ever decides to show up.

In the meantime, it's a hell of a lot easier to take a hike through tumbled stone and beds of pine needles than it is to tromp through the Italian forest during rain, sleet, and stone.

Even if she'd prefer company in either locale.

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo doesn't sigh or shift awkwardly.

That's another part of being away from people too long.

She knows that was a little too harsh. But apologies don't come easy.


But she did notice the way the woman jump to at a loud voice. She hasn't seen a lot of people do that here in Shatter. But that didn't mean she hadn't known a man or two, with the right background, to jump to the moment Ellen Harvelle raised her voice. Soldiers. Making Jo give the woman, outfit and shield, a slight more speculative glance this time.

Bab's people did come from everywhere though. As with the whole population of Shatter.

Her voice is at least lower. More pushed toward something more in the middle. "Are any of them?"

"We can, if we need to go back, but if you think it's useless we can just keep going forward from here."

[therighttime]

The change in tone is noted and appreciated. Steph has a hint of a smile at her lips, even as she shrugs. "Everybody's got different skills. Nothing I saw there said anything but a bad illness, one I didn't recognize. But I expected that already, just from Babs said, and the reactions of the folks down there told me the same. They think something's doing it to them, not just a virus."