Jo walked among the ruin feeling suddenly like every hair on her body was standing on end, and every inch of her skin was trying to crawl to some other place on her body. Her eyes kept tracking everywhere around her, expecting something, anything to suddenly jump out at her. Or him. Especially as they ended up going different directions looking at everything there.

She keeps an ear out, but it's the creepy, crawling, growing by inches and miles, feeling clouding up her head as it makes itself all too clear. It's a village. Or it was. Not like the one they were dropped into. Just came from. Something old. Something so much older, than the old their village already is, forgotten and falling apart. This one is gone. Barely an echo of whatever the fuck it once was, and whoever the hell might have been here.

And whoever the fuck thought they should drop this suddenly in the middle of nowhere that people had already been.
Showing off. Fucking about. Giving them . . . whatever the fuck this was supposed to be giving them.

She can't get into anywhere -- it's heavily overgrown -- and nothing seems even present in the ruin except the decaying, ancient, covered structures. No signs of people. Nothing left behind anywhere in the branches and vines she hacks at with the knife she pulls from her boot. There's nothing here. Except that it is here, and the more nothing there is, the more Jo feels pissed. Feels like she's being played with.

Which is when she hears Killian call out and stops hacking at vines, calling out, "You got something other than crumbling walls and vines?"