"I'd love to say we could be about to blow ourselves up--" Jo muttered, staring at the top of it. A blue insignia flame, that didn't match either of their black scrubs or her hat, but it was just as familiar, just the same shade as all the people in blue scrubs in the village behind them. "--but that would be letting us off so much easier than I think any of this is going to anytime soon now."

Jo put her hands on the top and went for it. In the list of potentially stupid and deadly things she'd chosen, it was small.







You know. So long as she wasn't wrong, and it didn't explode right into her hands, arm, face.