JUSTIN: * The site of man-made walls fills Shane's heart with joy, almost making up for how downright tired, dirty, and grumpy he's been for the length of the trip. For the first time in their trip, he actually trots up to walk beside his prisoner-to-be. "Better late than never, if I do say. Though I doubt you're looking forward to this nearly as much as I am."

JENNA: "You wouldn't know." She scowls at him for a moment, then glances back at the walls, almost tempted to spring for an inn. She isn't sure her funds will permit for that, however, and she doubts her companion is carrying anything worthwhile. She sighs very faintly, joining the broken line of people going into the city.

JUSTIN: * Shane ignores her comment for the moment, perfectly sure of his comment, and impatient to get this over with. He follows her along toward the city gate, idly wondering if his military ID would work outside of Juno's district for a night of free room and board before he heads out again.

JENNA: * Jo yawns, stretching lazily as they approach the gate and paying the guards little heed as they're waved right through. Inside, she arches her back, looking around idly at the folk dispersing around her. Perhaps she will spring for a room after all.

JUSTIN: * Now that they're finally inside, Shane finds himself with a new dilemma. He wants to immediately seek out the local guard captain, but he doesn't want to leave his prisoner unattended for fear of losing her. Biting his lip in thought and casting his gaze about with impatience, he finally decides it can't hurt to ask. "I would be grateful if you would accompany me to the guard house, miss."

JENNA: * Startled from her inspection of a possible mark, she looks at him with an unreadable expression, much as if she can't think of one suitable to respond to that statement. "I've got some things to do first," she says finally, and ambles toward the market, watching idly for someone with a loose wallet.

JUSTIN: * Shane is mildly insulted by her dismissal of his plan, and hurries to follow after her. "There really isn't much point in doing anything when you're going to be locked up in a matter of minutes! Why don't you just save us some time?"

JENNA: "I said I have some things to do," she snaps, continuing through the rapidly dispersing market area. She pauses, rolling her eyes before glancing back at him and resting one hand on her hip. "Would you deny me a last request before I'm 'locked up'?"

JUSTIN: * Shane halts, nearly crashing into her, and backpedals once. His arms fold over his chest and he gives her a hard look. "You tried to steal my cross. Why should I give you any last requests?"

JENNA: * Jo tuts and starts walking again. "I gave it back." It's unclear where she's headed -- past the shops and past the inns -- almost as if she's killing time until dark before she gets to where she's going. "Not like you really have a choice."

JUSTIN: "Only if you make a scene, I don't." Shane marches up next to her. "And that would only cause more trouble." He looks around warily, as if whatever business she intends to do might somehow make itself known to him. "But if you're going to be that insistent about it, it's your time to waste."

JENNA: "So it is." She finally stops outside one of the shabbier neighborhoods in the city, modest houses and grubby streets gazing out on the dwindling crowd. She looks over her shoulder, where the sun has pretty much set, and starts up the street, keeping an unusually wary eye out for passers-by.

JUSTIN: * Shane follows along, grumpy and silent, hoping that whatever she's up to doesn't take too long. He's tired and hungry, and the sooner he gets her in the hands of the local authorities, the sooner he can relax.

JENNA: * It's only a few blocks before Jo pauses again, eyes fixed on one of the buildings in a row of run-down houses. There's a lamp on in one of the windows, but there doesn't seem to be any movement inside, so she relaxes and makes for it, skirting toward the shadows.

JUSTIN: * Her sudden change of direction catches Shane by surprise, and for a moment he loses sight of her as he walks right on by where she was a second ago. He pauses, looking around frantically to see where she disappeared to. "Miss?!" Spotting her retreating to the shadows, he jogs to catch up with her.

JENNA: * She flinches at the sound of his voice, stepping over to him as he joins her and lifting one hand to place it firmly over his mouth. "/Please/ be quiet," she says shortly. "I'll only be a minute." Then she releases him and vanishes into the alley, reappearing seconds later on the roof of the house.

JUSTIN: * Once again caught by surprise, Shane squawks as she disappears -- and jumps in astonishment as she reappears on top of the roof. His first instinct is to scream at her to come down, but at this hour, he doesn't want to upset all the folks within earshot. He settles for grabbing his hat in his hands and squeezing it nervously as he watches and waits to see what he's letting her get away with.

JENNA: * Jo glances back once, then slips toward the middle of the roof, where she finds -- as she rightly should -- a trap door. Sliding it open with the utmost care, she digs in her pack to pull out a small pouch, which she slides just under the edge. She pauses, surprised, when her fingers encounter something unexpected in the form of a folded piece of parchment. Leaving the pouch behind, she pulls it free and tucks it away with the other she carries, then slides the door shut and slips silently from the roof, rejoining Shane moments later. "All right."

JUSTIN: "What was that all about?!" Shane whispers harshly, giving her a cross look as he resituates his hat on his head. "You didn't tell me you were going to go climbing on rooftops."

JENNA: "What? Were you afraid I'd fall, and you'd lose the satisfaction of putting me away?" She starts hurriedly away from the house, fingering the parchment uneasily. "It's none of your business what I was doing." She wants very much to unfold the paper and see what it is, but damned if she's going to do that in front of him -- especially when all he really wants are directions to the guard house.

JUSTIN: "None of my business?" Shane growls, but he cuts it short with a grind of his teeth. "Fine -- I don't really care what you were doing, it hardly matter at this point." He quickly moves to place himself ahead of her, holding out a hand for her to stop. "Now then, are you ready to cooperate?"

JENNA: * Jocasta merely looks at him, putting as much insolence into her stare as possible. "Get out of the way. I'll show you to your precious guard house." Her thought of 'for all the good it will do you' remains unspoken. She starts forward again, ignoring the hand in front of her.

JUSTIN: * Although her continued disrespect is getting on his last nerve, Shane can't argue with her response. The sooner this ends, the better. In fact, he decides to voice his feelings. "I'm in a hurry to get back to my life. After all the time it took to get here, I'm in no mood to wait any longer."

JENNA: * A deep snort is indicative of what Jo thinks of the life he wants so desperately to get back to. "I told you that you could leave any time you wanted," she replies, ambling toward the nearest station -- between the border of this neighborhood and the market.

JUSTIN: "I don't leave jobs half-finished, nor do I let criminals go free. And I told you that already." Shane marches behind her, attempting to look at least somewhat in control of the situation -- just in case someone from the guard is watching.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't answer, leading him the rest of the way and stopping once they're a few feet clear of the small structure. "Well? There it is." She waves a hand toward it, inviting him to take the lead.

JUSTIN: "Pardon me." Shane says, and he takes hold of her upper arm. His grip is loose, apparently still remembering what happened the last time he tried to grab her. "But it wouldn't do to let you walk in unescorted."

JENNA: * Jo is just able to master her initial impulse -- punching him again -- and settles for rolling her eyes, though she does grit her teeth, becoming seriously annoyed. As they approach, a pair of knights step out of the building, chatting cheerfully. They pause in surprise at the sight of them, silent until the shorter of the two clears his throat. "Can I .. help you?"

JUSTIN: * Shane snaps himself up to attention, giving the traditional Juno salute and following it with a brief bow of respect. "Good evening, sirs. My name is Shane Veribaent, Gate Guard Captain of Juno City Proper." He turns his captive a harsh look, then resumes his professional neutrality after returning his attention to the two guards. "I've found this woman accused of theft within Juno city limits, and have reason to believe she has been involved in other illegal activities. I tracked her all the way here to Prontera, and require assistance in her detainment, and proper transport back to Juno for incarceration. Juno Guard will be happy to compensate for the assistance." He finishes his summarized explanation with another curt bow, awaiting the help he is obviously about to receive.

JENNA: * The guards, for a long moment, merely stare at him following this remarkable statement, and Jo, looking less and less like a prisoner every moment, turns her head away, tongue poking out insolently. Finally, the shorter clears his throat. "Is.. that so," he manages. Meanwhile, the taller is staring at Jo with interest.

JUSTIN: "It is as said, sirs." Shane's voice sounds slightly confused that he's even being questioned. "Do... you need to see my ID? I have it with me--" He lets go of Jo's arm to search his pockets, then immediately panics and regrabs it, attempting to finish his search with only one, and looking distressed. "J-just a moment."

JENNA: "Er, no --" the shorter one says hurriedly, but before he can get much further, the taller one bursts out with "Jo? Seriously, is that you?!" Jocasta, taken by surprise, turns her head sharply and almost forgets to pull her tongue back into her mouth. "Avery," she says, after a brief pause. Then she peers at him. "You joined the /guard?/"

JUSTIN: * Shane is halfway between wondering why 'Jo' sounds so familiar when he suddenly realizes the two just talked to each other. He turns sharply to his prisoner and then back to the one she's addressing. And then back again. "Wh-what are you doing? I didn't say you could speak! You're under arrest, remember?"

JENNA: * Jo ignores him, but it's not entirely her fault, as the larger guard has grabbed her hand and started shaking it enthusiastically. "Man, I didn't think I'd see you again after you took off to Morroc -- and yeah. Decided it paid better, yaknow?" Looking slightly embarrassed, the shorter guard clears his throat again and addresses Shane. "I'm sorry -- I'll have a look at that ID now, if you like."

JUSTIN: * Shane looks downright bewildered, and has a hard time taking his eyes off the chatting pair as he hobbles over to the other guard. "S-sure." He finally finds the proper pouch on his belt and pulls out the identification card, handing it to the other man. "Is this customary procedure around here?" He's obviously referring to the way they taller guard is chatting with his prisoner. "She isn't even shackled yet, for gods sakes."

JENNA: * The guard chuckles, looking his ID over and glancing at the other two, who are now cheerfully hashing over old times. ("Did you ever get anywhere with Bridget?" "Naw, she wound up marrying some pastor, lives in a village on the outskirts somewhere. Your crew treating you okay?" "Fair enough. I'm on my way back from a job, actually ...") He glances back at Shane, returning the card. "Well, this all seems to be in order."

JUSTIN: "At least somebody thinks so." Shane says crossly, snatching it back and returning it to his belt. He shoots daggers at Jo, eyes narrowed sternly. "Excuse me -- if you two don't mind, there's paperwork to do."

JENNA: * Avery blinks, looking up at him, and immediately begins to laugh. He throws an arm around her shoulders, tugging her back toward the other two. "That's some joke, Jo -- great way to let people know you're back in town." The shorter guard shakes his head, clearly amused in spite of himself. Jo, for her part, looks as though she's torn between laughing and beating all their heads in. "Sorry for the trouble," she puts in.

JUSTIN: * Shane glowers. "Sorry for the trouble? It's a bit late for apologies, madam." Completely fed up with the behavior, he marches past them toward the guard house, hoping to lead by example if no one cares to speed things up on their own.

JENNA: * Unfortunately for Shane, Avery is already steering Jo toward the nearest inn and chattering about how he can get her in for free if she needs a place to stay for the night -- her friend, too, if he wants. The shorter guard, looking like he doesn't want to be involved in this anymore, slips past Shane with a faint, weary smile and closes the guard house door.

JUSTIN: * Shane looks up with blank surprise, uncomprehending what has just occurred in the second it took him to walk toward the guard house. The closed door is staring him in the face, and both his prisoner and the Prontera guardsmen are gone. A sickening look creeps over his face, and his fists ball tightly into fists, one of which connects with the door in front of him. "Are you all crazy around here?!"

JENNA: * From around the corner, however, comes Avery's jovial voice. "You comin', man? They've got great food!" Jo doesn't say anything, but it can be presumed she's still there, as she doesn't seem the type to turn down a free meal.

JUSTIN: * Shane goes, alright. Getting nothing from the door, he fully intends to make Avery explain just what in the blue Hell he's doing with his prisoner. He stalks around the corner where the two have disappeared, and scans for their whereabouts before marching after them.

JENNA: * Avery and Jo have halted -- apparently the establishment in question was right nearby -- and the knight is waving for him to join them. Jo, knowing what to expect, leans lazily against the side of the inn and waits for Shane to reach them. She isn't completely certain whether she's going to enjoy what happens next, but she does want a front-row seat.

JUSTIN: * Shane stomps deliberately up to Avery, face red with frustration, and holds up a demanding finger. "Just WHAT in the HELL do you think you're doing with my prisoner?! This is the sloppiest police work I've ever seen! If we were in Juno, she'd have been processed and in a cell by now!"

JENNA: * Avery looks frankly astonished at this, reaching up to scratch his head and glancing sideways at Jo, who shrugs. "Look, man, it was a good joke, but there's such a thing as takin' it too far ..." He sidles around Shane with a slight shrug, slapping him on the shoulder. "Gotta get back to my post. Nice talkin' to ya, Jo." She nods, waving after him. "See you 'round, Avery."

JUSTIN: * With Avery no longer in front of him, Jo is the sole target of Shane's fuming, fire-spitting eyes. He steps closer to the shorter woman, glaring down at her as though he could melt her where she stands. "You better explain what's going on here, or I'm going to add obstruction of justice to your list of charges. It's growing by the second."

JENNA: * Jo pauses, reaching up to scratch her head silently for a moment. "Well," she says, and stops. "I used to run with Avery's crew when we were kids. Went our separate ways years ago." She glances at him again, embarrassed, but not particularly intimidated by his gaze. "He got rooms cleared for both of us, unless you'd like to sleep outside again."

JUSTIN: * Some of Shane's anger seems to dissipate with her honest, and -- in rare fashion -- unsnappish tone. But while he might have backed up to a more comfortable distance, and he might not be staring her down anymore, it's more than clear he is still at a peak of frustration. "I don't know how he thinks he can let personal feelings get in the way of police work, but I swear to you -- tomorrow morning, we are going in there, and we are straightening this out. So you better enjoy your last night of comfort."

JENNA: * Jo mutters something very quiet -- it's hard to catch, but the words "take yourself too seriously" might be involved. She shrugs, however, and straightens away from the wall. "Whatever. We gonna go get those rooms? She's closing up soon."

JUSTIN: * Shane sighs, straightening his hat and looking toward the door with a tight expression. "Yes, yes. After you." He waves his hand ahead of him, motioning for her to enter. "The food better be as good as he says it is, for all this trouble."

JENNA: * Jo shrugs again. "It is." Then she pushes her way inside, waving a greeting at the innkeeper, who bustles around the counter and nods brusquely. "Avery's friends?" At Jo's nod, she continues. "The room is up the stairs and to your left at the end of the hall. Key --" She hands this to Jo. "-- and if you want a meal I suggest you eat now, 'cause Roy's got to head home early on account his daughter's so ill."

JUSTIN: * Shane removes his hat once inside, holding it uneasily in front of him and looking about. "We'll do just that, madam." He gives the innkeeper a curt bow, then eyes Jo again. "Something other than roast rabbit might help me forgive the rest of the day's troubles."

JENNA: * Jo, however, looks troubled. "Room? I thought there were two." The innkeeper blinks, shaking her head sharply. "He wanted /two/? He only asked for one -- and honestly, we're full up. Load of squires over from Izlude for a training week." Jo looks faintly annoyed, but she shrugs, turning to head for the dining room. "All right." She glances at Shane. "They do serve rabbit here, sometimes."

JUSTIN: * Shane sniffs, following her into the dining area. "At least here it's an option." He gives her a slightly annoyed look, which shifts slightly into provocation. "And I'm sure they cook it better." He trots on ahead before she can answer, back straight and one arm folded neatly at his back.

JENNA: * Jo makes a fairly rude gesture at his retreating back, following after another polite nod toward the innkeeper. She considers going hungry another night in order to lock him out of the room, but she hasn't been here in quite a while, and the food is not to be missed. Sighing faintly, she follows him inside, settling herself at a table. "Next time, you can skin the food, gut it, and cook it. Be my guest."

JUSTIN: "I'd be happy to show you how one properly prepares food." Shane seats himself beside her, setting his hat in his lap and adjusting his sword for comfort. "But there isn't going to be a next time, something I am most grateful for."

JENNA: * Jo makes a noncommittal noise, conceding mentally that this is true enough, if she has her way. "If I remember right, they make a good roast beef," she says after a moment, flagging down a tired-looking waitress. "But obviously you can order whatever you like." For a moment, she considers a strong drink, but she decides against it.

JUSTIN: * Shane fixes his coat, tempted to take it off but never comfortable to be seen out of uniform in public. "That will do." He finally calms himself, unsure why he's agitated in the first place. "And some cold milk, if they have it."

JENNA: * The waitress gives him a very strange look, but she nods, marking all this down. She turns to Jo, who orders her recommendation and some cider. It at least has a bite. When the waitress walks away, she turns her gaze to the table, eyes weary. Then, absently, she reaches into her pouch for the paper she found at her parents' house, tugging it free and unfolding it. Her gaze drifts, uncomprehending, over the words, but it's clear they're in her mother's hand.

JUSTIN: * Shane waits patiently, yet impatiently. Hungry for some good food, but good food at this point is worth waiting for. But he's so hungry. He suppresses a sigh, turning a casual glance over to Jo as he catches her movement out of the corner of his eye. He stares for a moment, unable to see what she's reading. "What is that?"

JENNA: * Jo's shoulders jerk sharply, and she clutches the note to her chest, a momentarily feral look in her eye. Then she relaxes, smoothing the note down and shrugging. "A message." She folds it quickly, stuffing it away in her pouch.

JUSTIN: "A message about?" Shane watches her warily as she folds the note away, suspecting it is likely somehow related to her less than legal hobbies.

JENNA: * She doesn't answer right away, trying to come up with something besides 'I don't know'. Her gaze flicks sharply to his, and she reverts to her old standby. "None of your business." As much as she wants to know what's in that note, pride prevents her from asking him for assistance.

JUSTIN: "That's what you always say." Shane shifts uncomfortably, giving a soft snort of disapproval, but otherwise dropping the subject. He'll get to see all her belongings when she's processed, anyway. "Keep your secrets if you think it'll make you feel better."

JENNA: * For a moment, her brooding threatens to overtake her, but then she snorts. "And would you really want to read it if it was a love letter?" Her mouth twitches into a faint smile. "Even you can't be that nosy."

JUSTIN: * Shane gives her a bewildered look, and his lips shift downward disapprovingly. "Madam, I highly doubt you would be worth such noble words as those. It is likely a grocery list, by my bet." He again turns away, looking totally disinterested with her in every way.

JENNA: "Grocery list." She laughs, shaking her head. "It's not that, I can tell you." Her eyes drift halfway shut, searching longingly for the waitress. If he had food, he would probably concentrate on eating instead of running his mouth. "Love letters can be a fairly raunchy business, you know," she remarks, deciding to have a go at needling him.

JUSTIN: "Raunchy!" Shane looks disgusted, even though he's honestly never written nor received a love letter in his life. "I can tell you, miss, I would never defile something like a love letter with... with that, lustful, unsavory filth." He, too, is looking eagerly for the waitress. "Perhaps a lesser man wouldn't make the distinction."

JENNA: * Her mouth curves into a grin. "Romantic, then?" She's never received one, herself, but her compatriots have told her stories. "That lustful, unsavory filth is all it comes down to, in the end." She isn't sure whether she believes that or not, but it seems almost certain to irritate him.

JUSTIN: * Shane just about bangs the table with a fist, his eyes twitching with outrage. "You know nothing of culture, do you?! Perhaps it's nothing more than a... a roll in the sand to you, and I shouldn't be surprised!" He attempts to stand himself up, yet his sword's scabbard catching on his seat makes it entirely more complicated than just that. He fumbles around -- one leg over the bench, the other half under -- and after nearly losing his balance, he gives up before he can fall over. Instead, he sits there and puffs hotly, incredibly agitated by the entire conversation.

JENNA: * Jo's grin tightens only slightly. His words can't quite overcome the satisfaction of getting to him. She is relieved, however, when the waitress reappears with their meals. She glances back and forth between them with muted interest, noting Shane's agitation, but she doesn't say anything, setting out their food and wandering off again. Jo turns her attention to her meal, declining to provoke him further.

JUSTIN: * Shane's anger settles some at the sight and smell of his food, and determining to ignore his companion's attempts to frustrate him, he gets straight to eating. As hungry and as delicious as it is, he makes a point not to rush himself, refusing to look like a pig in front of the woman.

JENNA: * Jo eats with similar restraint, largely due to the fact she's probably not going to see a spread like this for some time. After a few minutes, however, she lifts her head, glancing at him curiously. "Your name's Shane?" she asks, taking a sip of her cider with a contented sigh.

JUSTIN: * Shane pauses in the middle of ferrying a bite to his mouth, turning her a cautious, hurried look. His eyes return to his food yearningly, but he sets his fork down for the moment. "It is." Tempting to deny, but as he's already said it aloud, it would be pointless. "What of it?"

JENNA: "Just wondered." She returns to her meal, poking her meat around the plate before taking another bite. She seems determined not to appear any more interested than that.

JUSTIN: * Shane is more than happy to leave it at that, proceeding where he left off with his meal. After a few more bites, however, he turns her another sideways glance. "That guard called you Jo. That isn't your full name, is it?"

JENNA: "Jocasta," she supplies, taking another drink. She doesn't meet his gaze, concentrating on her meal. She suspects that telling him she prefers 'Jo' will only encourage him not to use it. Staring at her plate, she's dismayed to discover that the meat disappeared more quickly than she expected.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't share the sinking feeling he gets in his stomach when he realizes he already knows the name, yet can't remember how. His mind flitters back to the cross she'd stolen from his front door -- the inside of his front door, for that matter. He decides not to dwell on the incident, and all its implication, and instead works at the rest of his food with forced enthusiasm.

JENNA: * Jo lingers over her drink, watching the few patrons of the establishment filter slowly out. She wishes wearily that she was one of them, mouth compressing into a thin line. "Well, I guess we're formally introduced. Not that it's a pleasure." She drains the last of the liquid and stands. "I'm going to the room."

JUSTIN: * Shane glances over his shoulder as she stands, then quickly gulps down some more of his milk, dabs his mouth with a napkin, and rises as well -- this time more carefully, and without the tangle. He straightens his uniform and tucks his hat under one arm. "As you wish." He waits for her to move before following.

JENNA: * She's about to argue that she doesn't need an escort, then she realizes that's the point and starts for the stairs, jaw set grimly. The only thing that keeps her from running out the door is the fact that she'll be well gone by tomorrow morning. She stops in front of the room for a moment, then opens it, eyes flinty. Stepping inside, she finds her worries confirmed -- one bed. But at least there's a window.

JUSTIN: * Shane peeks his head into the room curiously, looking around its interior with some skepticism. "That's an awfully small bed for two people." He fidgets, then steps into the room. "Not that I intended to sleep in the same bed as you in any case."

JENNA: * She gives him a cold stare. "You can have it." She slings her pack into a corner, walking farther in to inspect the rest of the room. The window isn't locked or barred, to her delight, though she gives no sign of it. Finished, she turns, plucking at her shirt. "I think I'll have a bath."

JUSTIN: "As should be the case, you being the criminal, and I being the officer." Shane gives her a holier-than-thou look, but has some trouble holding it. Far too tired to look pompous. "However, I am a gentleman before I am an officer of the law -- and I would not keep the bed from a lady. Even one such as yourself." He crosses his arms over his chest, looking away with what he hopes looks like disinterest. "Go bathe, I won't expect you to go anywhere without your belongings."

JENNA: "Don't tempt me," she growls, aggravated further by his continued reference to her status in life. Gentlemen, she feels, don't stalk women hither and yon trying to lock them in prison. She doesn't voice this opinion, however, stalking out the door and slamming it firmly behind her.

JUSTIN: * Shane wilts visibly at her departure, his back sore from walking so damn straight whenever she's around. Trying to put on a good example is hard work. He sighs, walking over to a lone chair, setting his hat on the seat and busying himself with removing his coat.

JENNA: * Jo makes her way rapidly down the stairs again and toward the bathhouse, which the innkeeper tells her is just about ready for another go. The water is almost hot again, so she only has to wait a few minutes before slipping into one of the stalled-off contrivances. She sinks into it with another contented sigh, temporarily able to forget her problems in the room upstairs.

JUSTIN: * Shane, meanwhile, is still feeling dirty, tired, frustrated, but at least thankful to have a moment to himself. Leaving his boots on -- for fear of what two weeks of travel have done to his feet -- he drapes his coat, belt, and equipment over the back of the chair, and sits down on the bed to relax for a moment. A wince escapes as he tries to stretch, aching muscles protesting all over. A bath of his own will have to wait until after she's been detained properly, he admits sadly.

JENNA: * Jo soaks for some time, giving herself a thorough scrubbing -- this time with soap. It's only when the water begins to cool that she considers getting out, and then only reluctantly. The dropping temperature seems to cool her mood as well, and it's with some gloom that she returns upstairs.

JUSTIN: * Shane hears the approaching footsteps, and quickly gets to his feet, straightening his shirt and pants as he does so. He fixes his stature, and sets his jaw, intending to look utterly indifferent when she walks through the door.

JENNA: * Luckily for Shane, she doesn't appear to even notice him as she pushes inside, making for her gear. Scooping it up, she turns to face him, then lets her gaze slide past him to the bed. As loathe as she is to take him up on his offer, a good night's rest would probably be best for an early run in the morning.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't wait for her to argue either way, stepping away from the bed as though it suddenly caught on fire, and moving to latch the door behind her. "I suggest you get straight to bed. We will need to wake bright and early." His voice doesn't hold much charisma, however, and he's clearly ready for bed himself.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't even bother to argue, flopping on the bed and rolling to face whatever direction Shane is not standing in. After a moment, unable to contain it, she heaves a depressed sigh. Then she closes her eyes and, before long, she's fallen into a light slumber.

JUSTIN: * Shane favors her with a deep frown, which only worsens into a half guilty, half angry wince when she lets out her sigh. With great weariness, he seats himself in front of the door, letting his head rest back against it. Part of him wants to wait until he's sure she's asleep before sleeping himself, but unfortunately the greater part of him gives up long before that.

JENNA: * Jo dozes for several hours, waking with a faint start and rolling over slowly to see where Shane is, making as little noise as possible. Locating him, her gaze drifts out the window, where she establishes that it's near enough time she ought to be making an escape. She sits up slowly, rubbing at one eye, and swings her legs over the edge of the bed to rest her feet on the floor.

JUSTIN: * Shane, for his part, is zonked out quite utterly, enjoying the hard wood floor in front of the door. He's long since slid over, legs sprawled in the direction of the bed, but his body above the waste still adhering to the wall for the most part. His breathing is quiet and deep, and he doesn't take any notice of the early rise of his room mate.

JENNA: * Jo relaxes slightly, seeing this, and feels a stab of pity so momentary she's sure she imagined it seconds later. She gets to her feet, the bed creaking slightly as she does so, and stops, waiting to see if he's still out before winding her hand around to grab her gear.

JUSTIN: * Aside from a brief fit of snoring that soon wears itself out, he remains completely asleep and motionless. Dreaming, no doubt, of the commendations he'll get for such dedication in the line of duty.

JENNA: * Her mouth twitches into a grin, and she makes her way to the window, sliding it open as silently as she can and glancing out, judging the distance to the ground. It's farther away than a safe jump, but she springs lightly to the sill, pack slung over her shoulder, and slowly climbs down, using the lip of the window on the floor below to hop to the ground.