Jo, herself, is past it. Or at least as past it as she can get.
She's done with being dressed by other people, and told what she can and can't wear, and how there aren't other clothes. It grates all the time. This is more of her skin, across her chest, shoulders, back, and upper arms than she's had continuously exposed since three worlds back. But she'd rather get questions about the marks on her skin, from anyone who managed to get that close, than walk around like someone's dress-up doll.
"No one. Except the people the fountain threw up next." Jo was shaking her head, before giving the whole deserted place a vague glance and shrug. "Not here, or anywhere. No one's seen a single other people who didn't come through the fountain with or after us show up anywhere about this place: which isn't so much too big, as it is closed in, it seems."
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Jo, herself, is past it. Or at least as past it as she can get.
She's done with being dressed by other people, and told what she can and can't wear, and how there aren't other clothes. It grates all the time. This is more of her skin, across her chest, shoulders, back, and upper arms than she's had continuously exposed since three worlds back. But she'd rather get questions about the marks on her skin, from anyone who managed to get that close, than walk around like someone's dress-up doll.
"No one. Except the people the fountain threw up next." Jo was shaking her head, before giving the whole deserted place a vague glance and shrug. "Not here, or anywhere. No one's seen a single other people who didn't come through the fountain with or after us show up anywhere about this place: which isn't so much too big, as it is closed in, it seems."