Jo looked back, a wrinkle to her brow. Momentarily dangerous and wary. At the words as much as any of her ideas about why it might have been said.
She didn't have time to explain that no matter what he saw when he looked at her, small, slender and soaking wet, she'd been on her own, hunting and killing monsters, of every shape and size and deadliness, alone, for most of the better part of half a decade now. On planets where the Apocalypse had won, that had gone as bad and broken as bad and broken could be, and even demons in a hell dimension. Not that it was of secret her kind gave up, even if they had the time for it.
But he doesn't really look like he's judging her.
At least in so much as she can tell anything about a dude she met ten minutes ago.
"Fine." There's a frown, but she still says it. "Together." Then, almost a little patronizing. "Want to choose which path, too?"
Re: Arrival: Jo Harvelle
At the words as much as any of her ideas about why it might have been said.
She didn't have time to explain that no matter what he saw when he looked at her, small, slender and soaking wet, she'd been on her own, hunting and killing monsters, of every shape and size and deadliness, alone, for most of the better part of half a decade now. On planets where the Apocalypse had won, that had gone as bad and broken as bad and broken could be, and even demons in a hell dimension. Not that it was of secret her kind gave up, even if they had the time for it.
But he doesn't really look like he's judging her.
At least in so much as she can tell anything about a dude she met ten minutes ago.
"Fine." There's a frown, but she still says it. "Together." Then, almost a little patronizing. "Want to choose which path, too?"