Jo was staring at the boxes and frowning, running through too many possibilities.

What was to say the village or the boxes would stay put here if they left them here. What was to say the weapons and boxes they left, wherever they left them in their village, would stay untouched and unpilfered from, if they left there to come back for more boxes. She hates this. She hates it so much. She doesn't want to doubt anyone here, and she doesn't want to trust the people who put her here.

This is how it starts. Even in her own head. Jo shoved the thoughts hard away. Focusing on Killian's suggestions. Thinking.
Her eyes fall to the ground, and then she looks over at him, asking, "Maybe we could use the vines, somehow? Tie them together?"