Jo jerked her hand back, crossing her arms, wrists pressed too hard against her body in that movement, a flare of protectiveness, almost anger, flushed right into a stupid embarrassment for overreacting. Somehow it still doesn't make her voice any less a verbal bite. "A tattoo. Obviously."
She didn't wear much that showed them off, and she hadn't had to deal with anyone asking her about them. Only two could have guessed—three now, and Sam just being goddamn observant. In his first five minutes, even. What the hell was she even supposed to do with that?
There's an irritable shift to her body because she doesn't want to explain. Because Sam already knows how her mother died (why, for and because of who) if he knows she should be dead and not standing here, talking to him. She forces out more words, with a look away at anything else. "Everyone's fine."
Except looking away takes that unexpected grave step and shoves it into another shape. A shape she was more than willing to let that venom seep into with some true a vengeance. Looking back at him,
"If fine is kidnapped and stuck and dealing with these people manipulating them." Jo shrugs. "They are all in one piece—and one place—but it's fuckall weird making sure it stays like that sometimes when almost no one else in this place is going to give you the straight story on anything, especially not what they expect of you or how they'll punish someone else for you not doing it."
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She didn't wear much that showed them off, and she hadn't had to deal with anyone asking her about them. Only two could have guessed—three now, and Sam just being goddamn observant. In his first five minutes, even. What the hell was she even supposed to do with that?
There's an irritable shift to her body because she doesn't want to explain. Because Sam already knows how her mother died (why, for and because of who) if he knows she should be dead and not standing here, talking to him. She forces out more words, with a look away at anything else. "Everyone's fine."
Except looking away takes that unexpected grave step and shoves it into another shape.
A shape she was more than willing to let that venom seep into with some true a vengeance.
Looking back at him,
"If fine is kidnapped and stuck and dealing with these people manipulating them." Jo shrugs. "They are all in one piece—and one place—but it's fuckall weird making sure it stays like that sometimes when almost no one else in this place is going to give you the straight story on anything, especially not what they expect of you or how they'll punish someone else for you not doing it."