Jo was wading back in, hating the scrub pants again. Heavy and clinging on the parts of her out of the water, and then too fluid and away from her skin under it. What she wouldn't give for a pair of jeans already, but there was no clothing left behind. Not any house or building she'd rummaged through.

She pushed back into the water, hands feeling through silt and grass, ignoring the chill of the river as it hit her bare arms, shoulders and upper chest against and again. She could deal with hot and she could deal with cold. Goosebumps prickled on her skin and she moved in half arcs, trying to feel around her feet, and feeling like she stirred up more cloudy dirt, unhelpfully, with every step.

Worrying she might miss anything by inches, or even step on one by accident.

"Not exactly. Of the two anything like this one," She was not all that much better at not feeling odd saying these things, not even since she had announced it for common knowledge in the pub that first day. "--one of them was far worse--" The one where. Well. Everything was worse. But so was her ability to even recollect it clearly at all. "--and one of them was better, but only marginally."