JENNA: * It's long past morning before Jo stirs, feeling at least less exhausted and achy than the night before. She resists opening her eyes for several minutes, then cracks them warily as the room is still dim, even with sunlight streaming in the frosted windows. When her gaze comes into focus, however, her body gives a panicked jolt, as she finds herself face to face with her mostly-unwilling travel companion. Swallowing a yelp, she jerks herself backward, nearly tumbling off the bed's curving edge.

JUSTIN: * The sudden movement on the bed does little more than cause Shane to roll over on his back, a brief look of annoyance on his face before it returns to blissful ignorance. One arms falls across the bed to his side, the other resting on his stomach, and the robe that thankfully hasn't opened.

JENNA: * Jo's panic subsides after a moment, and a look of weariness once again crosses her face. She pushes that away, however, and slides carefully off the bed, tucking her robe a little tighter around her as she shuffles carefully around the end. Though hunger is gnawing at her stomach, something else is gnawing at the back of her mind -- a worry that doesn't quite crystallize until she spies her clothes hanging untidily nearby. All at once, things snap into focus, and she gives an almost despairing cry, stumbling toward her gear and pulling it down to search savagely through it.

JUSTIN: * This noise, however, manages to rouse Shane from his slumber enough to get him to grunt and shift. His eyes open slightly, and he looks about the strange surroundings blearily, trying to remember where he is. The sight of Jo -- in her robe, digging through her clothing frantically -- causes him to sit, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to kill the blur. "What's the matter?" He almost slurs, sleep not wanting to release its grip on him so swiftly.

JENNA: * An almost hysterical-sounding sob escapes her, not answering his question as she fumbles through her tunic. When her fingers finally brush parchment, her movements become even more frantic as she tries to pry it free. First the letter comes out, unfolded with shaking hands, then the parchment with the copied record. Finding both largely unharmed, through some miracle, she collapses forward slightly, shoulders shaking as she tries not to cry. And feels incredibly stupid for wanting to cry at all.

JUSTIN: * Shane forces his drowsiness away through sheer determination, crawling off the bed and hobbling over to kneel by Jo's side. "Jo, what on earth is the matter? Are you hurt again?"

JENNA: * Jo flinches away from him, startled, and presses the papers to her chest, turning her head slightly to look at him. "I just. I thought." She turns sharply away, heartily ashamed of herself, and mutters, "I thought I lost them." Her fingers clench a little around the parchment, as if both pieces of paper are worth more than her life.

JUSTIN: * Shane cranes his neck to try stealing a peek. "Oh, your note! It's still in one piece after all that? That's practically a miracle." He drops back onto his butt, more curious than ever but determined not to press her too much. "You must be relieved -- you've had your eye on that ever since we left Prontera."

JENNA: "They're important," she says quietly, not changing position, though her grip on the papers loosens very slightly. "If I lose them.. .." She straightens her spine, sitting up and drawing one hand through her hair, then scrubbing at her eyes again, annoyed.

JUSTIN: * Shane scratches his head, still in the dark. "If you lose them...? Are they related to your job?" He almost chokes on the last word, really having trouble referring to what she does as a legitimate job.

JENNA: * She looks at him again, wary, clearly debating how much she wants to tell him. "Only one of them," she says finally. "It's. I .." She scowls, face coloring. "I didn't .. ... the book I was supposed to acquire was sold when I got there.. I .. I wrote down who it was sold to." She hesitates. "I think."

JUSTIN: * Shane gets some very fuzzy memories of someone falling out of the bookstore window, but they quickly disappear, and he's not sure where they came from. "A book? What's so important about a book? Is it rare?"

JENNA: "I guess. I didn't really think it was my place to ask." She pauses, then offers him the paper. On one side is the book's title ("The Life and Travels of Omar Pragsyc"), and on the other, in much messier, more hesitant handwriting, is a price (seven figures) and a name. "If I didn't have at least that information ..." She shrugs very slightly.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head slightly, face scrunched in thought. "I read a lot of books, but that doesn't sound familiar..." He hands the paper back. "I suppose with a price like that, you aren't likely to find another copy." His face turns somewhat ill for a moment as he realizes he probably shouldn't be helping her out with whatever shady business she's in, anyway. "But... I wouldn't know much about such things."

JENNA: * Jo sets the paper aside with a small shrug. "It's evidence that I didn't just dump the job when it got tough. And the boss might want to track whoever bought it down." She takes a deep breath, most of her shakiness passed, and moves to fold the other paper after staring at it again, wistfully.

JUSTIN: "And what about the other paper?" Shane dares a brief peek around her shoulder once more, wondering what it could be if she's withholding it in favor of showing him her official business. "It's not related to your job... is it."

JENNA: * Her fingers tighten around it defensively, mouth twitching into a frown. "No. It's." She looks annoyed again, almost more at herself for divulging the information than at him for asking. "It's from my parents." She looks down at her lap, eyes tired. "That's .. that's why I stopped in Prontera." Her gaze seeks his defensively, as if she's daring him to even try laughing.

JUSTIN: * Luckily for her, Shane doesn't find any humor in it, and he simply furrows his brow in thought. "That house. The one you went on the roof of." Memory recovered, his face returns from thought and changes to curiosity. "Why didn't you go to the front door?"

JENNA: "I ran away a long time ago," she snaps, probably a little more sharply than she intended to. She stops, folding the paper hurriedly. "I.. I haven't seen them in a long time. I just leave money. My pay. Just that."

JUSTIN: * Shane shifts uncomfortably, far from having a ready reply to this new information. He rubs a hand through his hair and tries to keep the look on his face from giving anything away about how he might feel. "Okay, okay -- just asking is all." He gets to his feet, mostly steady, and hobbles back to the bed. "Your food must be bad by now... I could try to flag down some brunch for you, if you're up to it."

JENNA: "Just because it's cold doesn't mean it's bad," she says quietly, grateful for the change in subject. "I've been hungrier. I can wait." She puts the papers away with her clothes again, since everything's safely dry, and gets to her feet, folding her arms. "Whatever's easiest." She's clearly unsure how to act, for the moment.

JUSTIN: * Shane turns back to face her, arms finding his own chest at the sight of her. "It's been long enough since your last meal, I'll not wait until you start keeling over in pain." He looks about the room for a moment, then rubs at his chin. "I really do need a change of clothes before I go anywhere, though."

JENNA: * She shrugs. "They'll wash." It was what she'd rather intended to do with hers before last night's fiasco. "I don't think new clothes came with the room." She shrugs again, though, as she has no idea whether this is true.

JUSTIN: * Shane grunts, giving her a tired glare before snapping up his coat off the bed and moving to the bathroom to collect the clothing he left there the night before. "Well if you'd rather go hungry, I can't do anything about it. You don't seem to particularly care." He returns with his dry, but still mucky clothes draped over an arm. "But if you want to stop having dizzy fits, I'd suggest you take my advice."

JENNA: * Jo frowns, clearly not understanding what has him so annoyed "It's only a few hours old. It's still good to eat. I've had worse." As if to prove her point, she takes the tray, still on the floor from the previous evening, and lifts the lid, peering at the contents curiously.

JUSTIN: "A few hours, indeed. I'm sure we've been out longer than that." Shane snorts, tossing his clothing in the corner near her own and moving to sit on the bed. "Fresh food would do you better. You don't need to make yourself any sicker."

JENNA: * She endeavors not to scowl at him, expression instead turning puzzled as she closes the lid. She can't fathom why he's taking the trouble. "Then I'll wash my clothes," she says, deciding that turning down fresh food just to pick a fight is a little bit silly.

JUSTIN: * Shane stands back to his feet, tightening his robe around him and giving her a look that's hard to define. "All right, then. I'll be back as soon as possible." Either forgetting about his desire to find something else to wear, or simply giving up on the hope, he marches out of the room and tries to determine where he should be going.

JENNA: * Jo watches him go with a conflicted look, then pushes her annoyance aside to scoop up her clothes and walk to the bathroom, though she does first make sure to remove the papers and set them with her gear. Closing the bathroom door, she strips down once again and runs water into the tub. As for Shane, it would appear the information desk is his best bet, though it is a big of a hike. Perhaps he'll see an employee on the way.

JUSTIN: * Shane huffs a sigh, stretching a bit before beginning to walk. He ambles in what he hopes is the direction of the main reception area, if his memory is serving him well. He sincerely hopes his trip won't be in vain, both for the sake of the energy spent on the hike, as well as the energy spent making his argument.

JENNA: * The walkways are oddly empty -- apparently this time of day is early for most inhabitants of Jawaii -- that or they're all busy in their rooms or on the beach. The receptionist, however, is on duty, though she looks particularly sleepy and bored.

JUSTIN: * Shane quietly approaches the front desk, perhaps the stillness of the morning inspiring him toward silence. "Excuse me, miss..." He says in a hushed tone. "I am afraid weariness got the better of me the other night, and I forgot to put out tickets for the morning meal... is there some way for me to get food for my... um... companion?"

JENNA: * The girl jumps when he speaks, peering at him blankly as he finishes his request. "Oh!" she says. "You! From. From yesterday! Er." Her face crumples slightly. "Well, um, we're technically not supposed to.. and.. and if we do there's supposed to be a fee involved, but -- I'll put in an order to the kitchen." She rises, a frown on her face. "You shouldn't have had to pay for a room. It's the least I can do."

JUSTIN: * Shane straightens to his full height, face beaming, and he gives a much elaborated bow. "You are a saint, m'lady." He comes up again, smiling. "If I had anything to repay your generosity." He tips a non-existent hat, taking a step back and breathing deep once. "May the gods look kindly upon the kind."

JENNA: * The woman blushes, looking terribly flattered, and bobs her head slightly. "It -- should be there in about a half-hour," she says quickly, bobbing her head again and backing away from the counter before hurrying on her way.

JUSTIN: * Shane heads back to the room with a fresh, brisk sense of accomplishment, and is sure that Jo will appreciate his effort whether she likes it or not. That is enough to warrant the work, as far as he's concerned. He reaches the room quickly and without incident, entering and giving a quick look to see where she's hiding.

JENNA: * Jo is nowhere in sight -- at least not immediately -- but her clothes are still missing, and the bathroom door is shut. Faint splashing sounds -- or at least the sounds of water -- can be heard beyond the threshold, along with a faint, contented humming.

JUSTIN: * Shane cocks his head at the sound, moving near to the bathroom door before stopping in horror to throw his eyes shut. The hole he'd casually forgotten about is perfectly framing the woman's bare back, and were it the slightest bit lower, or she the slightest bit further away... He shudders at the thought, and unbidden memories of their encounter by the river come knocking. He quickly navigates away from the sight, stepping to place his back against the wall and save himself from anymore unwanted shows. "I-I'm back. They'll be sending food shortly... half an hour." He swallows, wondering if she noticed.

JENNA: * Jo jumps sharply at the sound of his voice, turning slightly. "All right," she says, narrowly preventing a jump in her voice when she realizes she forgot to cover the hole. She squeezes her eyes shut, swearing mentally at her own incompetence, then levers herself further into the tub -- at least she's mostly done with her clothes anyway.

JUSTIN: * Shane breathes out a breath he was apparently holding, and he rubs at his face in an attempt to relieve the sudden tension it's gained. "Is there anything else you need? I mean, as long as it's on my mind."

JENNA: * There's a long silence, as if Jo is considering whether to believe him or not. "I'm fine," she says at last, setting about washing herself, now that her clothes are at least cleaner than they were. "Don't worry about me." Though it's been aching less, her head is still throbbing occasionally, and now that she's had time to think about it, her stomach has been protesting now and again. Food and another nap are her primary concerns.

JUSTIN: "Okay..." Shane is almost disappointed, as now he has no idea what to do with himself. He wanders over to where his things are lying, and digs out his sword and his gun, peering at them and frowning. They certainly will need a thorough cleaning, but he's afraid he's lost all the proper tools for the job. He sets them back down to worry about later, turning his attention to the bed and sitting down to rest.

JENNA: * After a few moments of silence, Jo's quiet humming resumes -- at least until she washes her hair, which involves ducking briefly underwater. She appears to be taking her time about it, though it isn't long before she runs out of excuses to stay in the bathroom. Glancing at the door again, she makes her way out of the tub, avoiding being in plain view of the hole, and towels herself off before tugging on her robe and picking up her damp clothes. She hesitates, however, staring at the door for a moment instead of entering the room.

JUSTIN: * Shane hasn't been looking, only listening absently to the sounds of water and soft humming. His eyes are set on the wall, if you could really consider them to be seeing. He is more or less not there, lost in his own thoughts and trying to ignore the airy, empty feeling of being naked without really being naked.

JENNA: * Jo finally gives herself a sharp shake and pushes the door open, dismissing whatever it was that made her hesitate. She glances around warily for her traveling companion before hanging her again-sopping clothes somewhere to dry. Then she pauses, clearly debating whether she should find another place to lie down, as she really doesn't want a repeat of this morning.

JUSTIN: * Shane's thoughts fade at the sound of the door opening, and he turns her an almost vacant stare. It takes a second before any semblance of life seeps back into his eyes, blinking away whatever worries were on his mind. "Something the matter?"

JENNA: * She shakes her head, wishing her discomfort was not so evident. "I'm fine," she says, then forces herself forward, around the edge of the bed and back to her place on the other side of it. She seats herself, not quite ready to lie down, particularly if food is on its way.

JUSTIN: * Shane follows her with his eyes until she disappears behind him, then hesitantly turns back to the wall. "All right." His voice is quiet and distracted, and he shifts on the bed before standing with equal hesitation. "I should get my things cleaned up. I'm not so hungry, so don't wait for me when the food arrives." He fidgets for a moment, then goes to collect his clothing and disappear into the bathroom.

JENNA: "Okay," Jo says faintly, carefully not glancing in his direction. After she hears the door close, she glances at the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and then dropping them. She lets out a long sigh, then flops backward, ignoring a resentful stab of pain from her head. Thus positioned, she doesn't move again until the food arrives.

JUSTIN: * Shane tosses his clothes at the side of the bath, turning to inspect the splintering hole in the otherwise pristine, wooden door. Through it he can see Jo lounging on the bed, and a weird look crosses his face for a moment -- perhaps remembering when she was on this side of the hole, and he on the outside. He quickly grabs a towel and hangs it from the conveniently placed hooks on the back of the door, so that it drapes down to cover the hole as a curtain. Satisfied that it won't fall, he turns his attention to getting some water in the tub. He might as well finish his own bathing, as well, since his previous one was sourly interrupted.

JENNA: * She isn't lying there long before there's a knock at the door, and she sits upright slowly, stretching her feet to reach the floor before ambling to the door and pushing it carefully open. A young man is standing there, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, and he manages a quick, weak smile before handing her a tray and tipping his hat. Sure she has her food, he closes the door and dashes back up the walk. Jo finds this behavior incredibly peculiar, but she doesn't comment on it, instead glancing at the bathroom door. A part of her is amused to see the hole covered -- another part of her wants to knock the towel down just to annoy him.

JUSTIN: * The sound of running water continues for a while as Shane fills the oversized bathtub, seated on the edge and making sure all his pockets are emptied. Aside from a piece of seaweed, some sand, and a now-useless polishing cloth, there isn't anything to salvage. He disrobes, sinking into the water a bit and getting to work on his grubby clothes, happy to have something to occupy him.

JENNA: * Jo is content to occupy herself with her food, forcing herself to eat a little more slowly, as she realizes she hasn't had anything in a couple days, and she really is quite hungry. Nevertheless, the food is quickly dispatched, and she rapidly becomes restless, eyeing her clothes for a few minutes before checking to see if they're dry. They're not, but she sheds the robe and tugs them on anyway. She plucks at them absently for a moment, then shrugs, scooping her tray off the floor and slipping quietly out the door.

JUSTIN: * Shane sets aside his coat, sighing quietly at the work, though not because he finds it tiring. It isn't quite as distracting as he'd hoped for, and he's still feeling the stress of the last few weeks. He sets his other clothing aside for the moment, relaxing into the water and closing his eyes. Maybe a little soak will help.

JENNA: * Jo shuts the door without a sound, starting up the walkway and, with a little confusion, making her way to the beach. Her goal is not entirely clear, but she's certain more wreckage must have washed up by now, and she wants to see what there is to be had.

JUSTIN: * Shane alternates between scrubbing at his uniform and relaxing in the soapy water. With so much on his mind, he can't seem to do either for any length of time before getting restless with one and switching to the other. For a moment he wonders at the utter silence coming from the other room, but common sense tells him that Jo likely just fell asleep after her meal.

JENNA: * Jo, fairly adept at sneaking, manages to make it out to the beach without being noticed -- so she assumes, anyway, as no one's stopped her. The beach itself is blessedly unoccupied, as so much junk has washed up no one wants to swim there. A satisfied smile twitches at her mouth, and she goes about her business. She doesn't expect to find anything valuable -- or even anything of hers -- but she enjoys a good hunt.

JUSTIN: * Shane finishes up his work, climbing out of the tub and emptying it. He huffs a sigh, hanging his clothes to dry and grabbing a towel to dry himself. Grabbing a robe, he throws it around himself and steps back into the room quietly. However, he straightens in surprise when he sees that Jo isn't sleeping on the bed -- or in the room at all.

JENNA: * Jo's survey of the beach takes her longer than she expected, and she looks up in surprise to note that the sun is on its way toward the lower part of the sky. She frowns slightly, then gathers her finds and starts back, deciding that a shortened search will be better than him raising a ruckus all over the island trying to find her. Not, she points out bitterly, that she has anywhere to go. Scowling, she starts back toward the wooden walkways.

JUSTIN: * Shane, meanwhile, is raising a ruckus all over the island -- or at least plans to, but so far he's only managed to make it to the front desk to inquire if anyone has seen the woman pass by -- assuming from past experience that she's hard to miss when in plain sight.

JENNA: * The receptionist, alarmed, shakes her head, offering the idea that she just went for a walk and might be coming back soon -- I mean, it isn't as if the boat's coming for quite a while yet, and where would she go besides that? Jo, meanwhile, has been distracted by a piece of debris in an unusual place, and is quietly shinnying up one of the tropical trees to go after it.

JUSTIN: "You don't understand -- I'm not worried about where she went, I'm worried about what she might be doing..." Shane bites his lip, not wanting to elaborate on exactly what. The last thing he needs is for them to lose whatever they've been given so far because they learn she's a thief, and gods know what else.

JENNA: "What she.." The woman look scandalized. "She's not one of those -- swingers -- is she? Oh, we don't condone that kind of behavior at this resort ..." Jo, meanwhile, gives a violent sneeze that nearly rockets her from the tree, and she scoots back down hurriedly, bounty clutched in her teeth. Upon reaching the ground, she dusts it off, looking pleased with herself, and sets it on her head, trotting on her merry way.

JUSTIN: * A look of horror crosses Shane's face, and he almost recoils at the words. "Oh my heavens, I should certainly hope not!" The thought of Jo favoring every man on the island sends a distinct sense of nausea into the pit of his stomach. "Oh... oh I think I'm ill."

JENNA: "Sir! Please -- I'm terribly sorry -- if she isn't, I'm terribly sorry I brought it up!" The receptionist stands, alarmed, and reaches across the desk as if to steady him. It's about then Jo walks around the corner and pauses, hands on hips, to watch with great interest.

JUSTIN: * Shane sets a hand against the desk, shaking his head violently to try to get the disturbing images out of his head. "I'll be all right! I just need a moment..." He waves the offered hand away, entirely embarrassed at his lack of stomach. He breathes for a minute with his eyes closed, slowly settling his mind. "Certainly she wouldn't." He says, almost biting the words out. "But I still would like to know where she is..."

JENNA: * Jo's mouth twitches, and she ambles forward, tugging her prize from her head and setting it on top of Shane's instead. It is, after all, none other than his hat. "Bored already?" The receptionist blinks, looking terribly relieved that she's shown up.

JUSTIN: * Shane jumps at the unexpected touch, turning quickly to face whoever just spoke. "J-Jo! Where have you been, you didn't say you were going out!" He pauses, face going suddenly blank, and his eyes shift up to make out the familiar brim of a hat. "What on earth?" He reaches up and clutches the fabric, pulling it down to see if he isn't being deceived. "My hat!"

JENNA: * Jo shrugs, trying not to look too pleased with herself. "I went back to the beach. I wanted to see if anything else turned up." She pauses, backing a few steps away and scuffing her foot on the ground, gaze drifting elsewhere. "It was up a tree." The receptionist, satisfied that all is well, settles back into her seat with a faint sigh.

JUSTIN: "Up a tree? What possessed you to look up a tree for something washed up from a shipwreck?" Shane tries to control a grin, following after Jo a couple footsteps, arms crossing his chest. "Don't tell me you were looking for coconuts."

JENNA: * Jo snorts, sticking her hands behind her head and starting back toward their room. "I just happened to look up and see it.. dunno how it got there." She glances back slightly to make sure he's following. "Didn't find much else, though.."

JUSTIN: "Nothing of your own?" There is at least some trace of honest pity in his voice, but his attention is clearly on his recovered hat, which he places on his head victoriously. "I suppose it is a bit much to hope for." His cheeks redden slightly, and he clears his throat. "Where are my manners, though -- thank you for recovering my hat, I doubt I'd find a replacement anytime soon."

JENNA: "Y'welcome." She keeps her gaze fixed away, embarrassed and pleased at the same time. "Nah. Nothing of mine. Most of it wasn't important anyway. Have to replace my dagger, though." Her gaze drifts lazily over the resort, expression becoming bored. "I guess there isn't much to do here, is there ..."

JUSTIN: "Not unless you're newlyweds..." Shane peeks about, as well, suddenly remembering he's only wearing a robe. "I hope my clothes dry soon, I hate looking like one of them."

JENNA: * Jo grins at him. "The hat is a nice touch." Then she shrugs slightly. "Mine dried. Of course, they're dirty again now, but not as bad." She lowers her arm, though one hand scratches at the back of her head, and she picks up speed a little, making for the room.

JUSTIN: * Shane hurries after her, thoroughly unsure whether he should be embarrassed or agitated. "I just hope there isn't a strong breeze -- I've had enough of public nudity for now." He clamps his mouth shut, realizing she wasn't conscious during his last incident with the towel, nor was she aware of the hole in the door moment.

JENNA: * She snorts at this, pulling the door open before glancing back at him. "Well, get inside, if you're worried about it." Her expression turns dry. "Everyone here seems to want to flaunt it ..." She frowns, casting a dark glance at the supposed paradise. "I don't like this place."

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't argue with the suggestion, stepping hurriedly into the room. "It does seem to reek of gaudiness." He eyes the bed, frowning at it before going to inspect his clothes and see if they've dried any -- they haven't.

JENNA: * Jo stretches wearily, setting her other finds with what's left of her gear and angling for the bed again. With nothing better to do, and having spent the day on her feet, she's tired, and her head is starting to throb again. "Friend of mine came here once. He told me about it. I didn't ever want to actually come here."

JUSTIN: * Shane comes out of the bathroom looking somewhat saddened, still obviously wearing his robe. "I don't often hear about vacation spots. I've never gone on a holiday." He isn't about to sit down on the bed, figuring Jo would like the space to herself for once. He finds a chair and seats himself in it, carefully arranging his robe to avoid giving her an unwanted show.

JENNA: * Jo sprawls on the bed lazily, not taking much note of his careful avoidance. She rolls over on her back, half closing her eyes. "Never? .... Sound boring." She pauses, then shrugs very slightly, turning her head to look at him. "I guess I never really went on a vacation ... but I had plenty of free time. And I travel a lot anyway." Her expression becomes slightly contemptuous. "Never coming back here, though."

JUSTIN: "Goodness, no." Shane agrees, attempting to get comfortable in the overstuffed armchair. He fidgets, thinking about her earlier comment. "Boring? I suppose for someone like you..." He rubs his neck. "I'm a guard, I am quite used to staying put." His face suddenly looks pained. "I suppose this is a rare exception."

JENNA: * Jo's mouth twitches into a smirk, and she rolls over to face him, folding her arms. "I don't stay anywhere very long if I can avoid it. I've never liked being in one place." She shrugs once again, and her eyes half closed, thoughtful. "Fray said that ships used to crash here all the time.. it was known as an island of death." Her eyes close the rest of the way, and she continues to talk. "Then a merchantman sought it out ... against the judgment of most of his men ..." Her eyes open again. "Long story short, they clear-cut the island and killed off most of the native life before turning it into a paradise for the rich and foolish. He thought it was appropriate, for some reason."

JUSTIN: * Shane scratches his head, looking sideways at the wall. "Sounds like a waste of resources, to me." He shrugs, turning his attention back to her. "Who is this Fray person?"

JENNA: "Friend of mine," she dismisses the question. "From my guild. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not. Fray's an accomplished liar." She glances around what little of the room she can see from this angle. "Sounds right, though."

JUSTIN: * Shane shifts, still uncomfortable in this bizarre excuse for an armchair. He feels suffocated. "I suppose deceit is something you would have to deal with often if you run with thieves and the like." He tries, very hard, to keep any contempt from his voice. This is a civil conversation, after all. "But it must make it difficult to know who to trust."

JENNA: "No one." She closes her eyes again. "That's the general rule. But there are some you should trust less than others." Then she blinks, stomach giving a remarkable twinge and arches an eyebrow. "Ah.. should we ... order food?"

JUSTIN: * Shane sits up quickly. "Oh dear, I almost forgot again..." Climbing out of the chair with some doing, he makes for the supply of meal tickets. After a minute of fumbling with them to find the proper ones, he then walks back to the bed. "Just choose what you'd like from the list, it's fairly straight forward." He seats himself, crossing his legs beneath him, and hands her a ticket and a pen.

JENNA: * She sits up slowly, levering herself up with one arm before reaching out warily to take the ticket and pen from him. Her brow furrows, not with thought but with dismay, and in an unusual gesture she begins chewing her lower lip. She's thinking as fast as she can, but there doesn't seem to be any good way out of this. "I.. what I had last time ... is okay."

JUSTIN: "Hm? Oh--" Shane looks briefly at his card. "Looks like they aren't serving it tonight. But the others look fine." He goes about checking off his individual choices, pausing to think on a couple of them. "I wonder if they charge extra for the desserts..."

JENNA: * Jo's forehead creases, if possible, a little more, and she says "Oh" so quietly she almost seems to be mouthing it. She continues to pretend to read the list, glance occasionally darting toward the door, as if she might seek escape by that route.

JUSTIN: * Shane finishes up with his, and turns to take hers -- then notices she hasn't filled anything out. "Indecisive?" He grins, removing his hat for the moment and tossing it at the head of the bed. "I suppose you don't usually have choices quite like these in your travels."

JENNA: * Jo smiles very weakly. "I.. I guess I'm not really hun--" Unfortunately, her stomach proves her a liar at just that moment by giving a thunderous growl, and her face reddens slightly.

JUSTIN: * Shane laughs lightly, eyes moving briefly in the general direction of her stomach. "Don't be so modest, Jo! It's okay to be hungry, I'm not going to think you're weak or anything." He hops off the bed, scooping up his card and moving to set it by the door before he loses it. "Just let me know when you're done, but don't be too picky -- it's almost dinner time, no doubt."

JENNA: * Jo presses her forehead into her hand, feeling the onset of a massive headache. "It's not ..." She looks at the paper again, aggravation clear on her face. "I just ..." She gives him a savage look -- clearly he is the last person on earth she would like to be admitting this to. "I can't read it."

JUSTIN: * Shane tilts his head, stepping back over and taking the ticket to give it a closer look. "What do you mean? Is the ink faded?" He turns it over, looking at both sides. "It seems fine to me. Maybe your eyes are just tired."

JENNA: * Jo's expression, angrily embarrassed, becomes simply infuriated at having to repeat herself. "I mean I can't READ," she snaps, pushing off the bed and stalking away from him, arms folded and looking extremely cross.

JUSTIN: * Shane's humor turns quickly to alarm, the sudden rise in Jo's voice -- and her vicious departure -- leaving him momentarily dumbfounded. Never mind what she even said. "But... Jo!" He stands to his feet clumsily, chasing after her. "What do you mean? Are you... illiterate?" His expression turns to something between horror and pity.

JENNA: "How many meanings does 'I can't read' have?" she demands snappishly, back stiffening again. "Is there one I hadn't heard yet?" Her voice turns sullen. "Just tell me what's on it, and I'll tell you what I want."

JUSTIN: * Shane's posture droops, unsure if he should feel guilty or if he should get defensive. "Well I was only trying to clarify!" He takes a step back, face red with conflicted feelings. "You could have just said so in the first place, without any of that 'I'm not hungry' talk." He snatches the ticket from her, stalking back to the bed and sitting. "Honestly, you've no reason to get cross with me."

JENNA: * Jo doesn't answer him, still peevish, except to sniff loudly. She makes her way over to the uncomfortable armchair, pulling herself up to sit cross-legged in it and fold her arms again grumpily, waiting for him to read off the list.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't look at her, far too confused about the situation to even want to argue about it anymore. "Do you like meat or fish?" He asks first, in a rather sullen tone.

JENNA: "Meat," Jo mutters. She doesn't much care, but given the choice, she likes meat better than fish. "I just want water to drink." She wiggles farther back into the chair, uncomfortable with the reaction she's gotten.

JUSTIN: * Shane makes a couple marks on the paper, then shifts his weight. "Garden salad, or soup? There are a few types if you want soup."

JENNA: * She wrinkles her nose at the suggestion of salad. "What kinds?" She attempts to banish the hostility from her voice, though she has a difficult time of it. Her stomach grumbles again, and she clenches her arms over it in an attempt to make it quiet.

JUSTIN: * Shane makes a check on the card. "Wild mushroom..." He arches a brow. "Cream of crab. I suppose if you didn't want fish, you probably won't want that. And... vegetable with tortellini."

JENNA: * Jo looks somewhat dismayed that there's not some plain old rabbit stew on the list, but she perseveres. "The um. Vegetable." She lowers her arms to her lap, watching him silently as he continues with this arcane act of reading.

JUSTIN: * Shane makes another check, and glances down the list. "Garlic bread? Or fried cheese sticks?" He still doesn't look at her, and figures she probably wouldn't enjoy a glance anyway.

JENNA: "I've never had either," is the response, and she wishes for a moment she had her weaving to keep her hands occupied. As she does not, however, she settles for shoving them underneath her.

JUSTIN: * Shane scratches his cheek and marks for a half portion of each. "Neither is particularly healthy, but they taste just fine." He sighs, peering at the list he's got. "Well, you get a choice of sides... vegetables, pastas, etcetera. Any particular favorites?"

JENNA: * She shakes her head. "Choose whatever." She tugs one hand out from underneath her and toys with her leggings, looking bored. "That's a lot of food."

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head, marking off whatever sounds good. "This is a resort." He reminds her, getting up to bring the tickets to the door, along with the breakfast cart. Stashing them out front, he closes the door again and returns to the bed. Somehow in all this, he manages to avoid looking at her again. "Small pickings compared to what nobility gets, however. Haven't you ever wondered why most of them are fat and unhealthy?"

JENNA: "I always figured it was because they sat on their arses all day," she murmurs, unfolding her legs and getting to her feet. She walks over to her possessions, tugging loose the one dagger she has left and looking at it critically.

JUSTIN: * Shane deposits himself on the bed for the moment, looking rather sullen still. "I am sure that contributes." He says with great disinterest. It doesn't take long for him to stand up again, moving to the bathroom to check on his clothes.

JENNA: * Jo watches him for a moment with apparent irritation, then stalks back to the chair, gear in hand. The dagger is a mess, naturally, but she takes a bash at cleaning it -- anything to avoid further conversation. She finds herself occasionally darting glances in his direction, however, and feels even more annoyed.

JUSTIN: * Shane pulls his clothes down from where he's hung them, disappearing around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the door. He's in there for a few minutes -- the rustle of heavy cloth and metal buckles the only indication of his activity -- and when he finally returns, he looks at least a little more content. He drapes his coat over his arm, not needing it at present, and moves to seat himself on the end of the bed. He deposits the coat beside him, running his hands through his hair and staring boredly at the furniture about him.

JENNA: * Jo works at the knife for several minutes, a scowl of concentration on her face, and finally gives a low sigh, tossing it aside with a grimace. Then she changes her mind halfway through its arc and lunges halfway off the chair to catch it. She sighs again, content to dangle there for a moment.

JUSTIN: * Shane's eyes slide over to her at the movement, his chin cupped between hands, elbows resting on his knees. He's the picture of boredom, and for a brief moment he's shocked and disappointed at himself -- but then, he's not in a place where he can just go out and find some work to do. Then he realizes he's looking at her, when he'd been making it a point not to. He grumbles at himself, flopping back on the bed and wishing it was his own.

JENNA: * Jo only half-notices the motion, pulling herself back into the chair and trying again to clean the knife. She glances at Shane again boredly, then jerks her gaze away, considering the merits of throwing something at him. She grumbles a little and this time sets the knife aside, pulling her legs up to her chest and nestling into the chair to take a nap instead.

JUSTIN: * Shane traces the lines in the swirled plaster that decorates the ceiling, intercut by crossing beams of wood. So much for keeping the island flavor, he thinks. Not that he's interested in finding out what it's like to sleep under a grass-thatched roof. His head falls to the side, and he spies Jo curling up to sleep -- when she's asleep, at least she's easier to forgive. It is getting hard to tell when she is going to be nice, and when she is going to revert. He sighs silently, wondering why he's even been trying to get along with her at all. It'll all be pointless in the end, anyway. He rolls over to stare at something that doesn't make him think so much.

JENNA: * Happily enough for Jo, it doesn't take her long to doze off, and she does so dreamlessly, head drooping slightly to rest against the side of the chair. They pass time in blessed silence for a while, at least until there's a ringing knock at the door, announcing the arrival of their meals.