JUSTIN: * Shane slides himself off the bed, more than happy to have something to occupy himself with. He straightens his clothing and pulls open the door, peering out to see the much put-upon smile of the server. "Good evening, sir!" The young lady says with a cheer that Shane is certain must be a requirement. "Thank you, miss." He pulls the cart in and shuts the door quickly, hating to be brief, but in his current state, not certain he could put on his professional best. He rolls the cart across the room to where Jo is napping, and he hesitates before gently shaking her shoulder.

JENNA: * At his touch, Jo gives a startled jerk, eyes snapping open to seek him out, though one fist does clench reflexively. She sits up, eyeing him warily before she takes note of the food and clearly unsure whether he's still angry at her. "Is the food here?" she asks finally, managing to keep her voice from slurring too badly with sleep.

JUSTIN: * Shane nods wordlessly, taking the covers off the individual trays of food and picking out her dish to place it in front of her on the cart. "Here's your water." He picks up a clear, glass pitcher and pours her a full glass, moving it near her plate. "If there's anything you don't like, you can try some of mine. I'll make do." His voice is solemn, and it's hard to tell if he's just being nice out of practice, obligation, or what.

JENNA: * She resists her immediate impulse, which is to tell him she can darn well pour it herself, instead taking the glass and drinking deeply. "Thanks," she says, the word clearly not coming easily. "I'll eat mine." She glances at the tray with some curiosity, leaning over to sample one of the appetizers before looking at him again. "You want anything?" she asks, apparently feeling she should at least offer to share and share alike.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head, picking his plate up and moving to sit on the bed. "What I have will be fine." He takes a bite of his food, favoring it over her with his eyes. "I've had most of it before, at one time or another."

JENNA: * Jo frowns slightly, finding this to be an admittance of decadence on his part, and she tries another of the appetizers, finding it to her liking. "We have feasts at the guild sometimes," she volunteers after a moment, apparently planning to sample some of everything before she decides what to eat first. "But nothing like this." She pauses. "Different food."

JUSTIN: "What do you eat in Morroc?" Shane asks, at least somewhat honestly curious. He continues to eat his food, otherwise quiet.

JENNA: "Whole roast boar ... snake, sometimes ..." She pokes at the soup a moment before trying a sip and decides she likes this, too. "Flat bread and honey ... strong mead ..." She devotes herself to the soup for several minutes, pausing once when she burns her tongue.

JUSTIN: * Shane prods at his food for a while, for some reason not having much of an appetite by comparison to her. "Different cultures, I guess." He takes a bite of his meat, chewing it while favoring his own thoughts for a while.

JENNA: * Jo finishes up her soup rapidly, casting a sideways glance at Shane. "I guess. ... This is good, though." She moves on to the meat, intrigued by the cut. "Have you ever ..." She pauses, taking another bite of meat. "Have you ever had boar or snake?"

JUSTIN: * Shane chews on another piece of food, slowly and methodically before swallowing. "I have had domesticated pig... I don't know if it is the same." He takes his glass to drink at the cold milk, then sets it down on the end table nearby. "I haven't had snake, no."

JENNA: * Jo shakes her head. "Wild boar is totally different. Though you might not like it." She takes a long drink, pausing to refill her glass. "Snake is okay. You can try it when we're there." At this, however, she trails off and returns her attention primarily to her meal. Morroc, she feels, will likely be unpleasant for him.

JUSTIN: * Shane let's the conversation go there, for the moment, not sure what he should say in answer to that. He doesn't really intend to make a vacation out of it. In fact... he isn't sure he wants the trip to go that far. Even though recent events have made her seem more like a traveling companion and less like a runaway criminal, he can't ignore his duty forever for the sake of some civil conversation and a lot less hostility. His head shakes, and he tries to mask it by scratching his cheek before diving into his meal again.

JENNA: * With her attention returned entirely to her food, Jo's eating goes faster than ever, and isn't terribly long before she's exhausted her tray, settling drowsily back in the chair to stare vaguely at the far wall. And glance occasionally at Shane, irritation growing again. It isn't as if she should be obligated to make him feel better -- she doesn't even like him -- but his continued moping nags at her. She glares at him for a moment, then finishes off the last of her water with a huffy sigh.

JUSTIN: * Shane finishes his own meal not long after her, standing and walking over to the cart to place his cleaned plate. "Are you finished, or are you just resting?" He glances to the side, moving to get his glass and then returning again.

JENNA: "I'm done." There's a trace of sullenness in her tone, and she's torn for the moment between a desire to cheer him up and a desire to hit him really hard. "You too?" She doesn't bother looking to check, gaze fixed in whatever direction he's not in.

JUSTIN: "Yes." He piles the dishes and tray covers, and hauls the cart in the direction of the exit. Once its left outside, he bolts the inside of the door and returns to the bed, seating himself on the far end from where Jo's chair is, back to her. He stares at nothing for a moment, then rubs at his face wearily and favors the floor instead.

JENNA: * By this, Jo judges that he is, in fact, still angry at her, and she stews for several minutes before slinking quietly over to her belongings and digging out the second scrap of paper. She stares at it for a moment, as if through sheer force of will she can make the quaint handwriting into something she understands. Then she looks at him -- or what little of him she can see beyond the edge of the bed, and puffs a faint sigh. Thus decided, she hops onto the bed and walks over behind him, flopping down at the last and dangling the paper in front of his face. "Read it for me," she says, somehow managing to keep it from sounding like an order.

JUSTIN: * Shane stirs at the sudden movement of the bed beneath him, though before he can turn to see just what she's doing, he finds a piece of paper in his face. "What?" The question slips out, but he's already sure he knows what it is. He snatches the paper, if just to get it out of his face, and continues his turn to eye her warily. "And what if it's bad news? I'm not going to get punched, or kicked, or yelled at am I?"

JENNA: * Jo scowls at him, tempted to exactly that right there, but instead she folds her arms, lifting herself up on her elbows. "No. I want to know what it says." Her gaze hardens slightly, and she loosens one arm to take a swing at the paper. "Give it back if you aren't going to."

JUSTIN: * Shane returns the hard look, flinching the paper out of the way of her groping hand. "I didn't say I wouldn't, I just want to be prepared for the worst." He turns his eyes back to the paper, expression returning to normal, and he lifts one leg up onto the bed so he can turn toward her. "Alright then..."

JENNA: * Jo settles back, gazed fixed on the note, then on him, then on the note again. There's an air of restrained eagerness about her -- she actually wiggles back slightly before she stops, frowning at herself.

JUSTIN: * Shane adjusts his posture and clears his throat, holding the note up so as to better read the script thereon. "Little Jo --" He glances down at her, and he can't help thinking that aside from being on the short side, she's not particularly little. He quickly returns his eyes to the letter. "We're glad to know you are well. More than the gifts, that knowledge is what we look forward to month after month..." He scratches his cheek, squinting at ink that has been partially obscured by seawater. "I am sorry we were never able to give you what you wanted, but we are grateful for the time you spent with us. We are more than happy you remember us still... If you can -- please, stop and spend time with us. We won't mind if it's late... We'd like to see you again." He pauses briefly, then lowers the note, handing it back to her with a bit of red in his cheeks.

JENNA: * Jo, meanwhile, has been watching him with a strange intensity, as if trying to memorize the words as they come out of his mouth, and she blinks when he moves to hand the note back, her own face coloring slightly as she takes it. She sits back, folding her legs underneath her, and stares at the note again, mulling quietly over the message she can't read. "Thanks," she says belatedly, folding it away hurriedly and setting her hands against her thighs, unsure how to proceed.

JUSTIN: "Happy to help..." Shane says quietly. And though he means it, it is hard to look her straight in the eye. He shifts on the bed to bring his other leg up, crossing them beneath him and folding his hands in his lap.

JENNA: * Jo shifts to look at him for a moment, then turns her gaze away. "They adopted me. When I was small." She pauses, not sure why she feels obligated to explain. "I was .. I didn't stay with them long. Only a couple years. I didn't think they'd miss me." She gives a very faint shrug.

JUSTIN: * Shane turns her a brief look, face reddening even more. It's clear he isn't sure what to do about having it explained to him, either. "It seems that they do."

JENNA: * Jo shifts away from him, then stops, gaze fixing itself on the floor. "I guess." She gives herself a small shake, unfolding her legs and swinging them over the edge of the bed. "I.." She pushes herself off, feeling unsteady as she stands. "I think I ... need some air."

JUSTIN: * Shane stands to his feet along with her, hands still held in front of him -- wishing they had a hat between them. "Oh -- of course. I suppose you need time to yourself to think." He fidgets, then moves briskly to open the door for her, unable to think of what else to do.

JENNA: * She slips out the door without saying anything, hands wringing slightly as she goes. Somehow, the night air makes her even more agitated, and she starts up the walk at a brisk pace, hoping for something to distract her from the confusing whirl of emotions she's feeling. And if nothing happens to distract her, well, she will likely have to distract herself.

JUSTIN: * Shane's expression turns slightly pained as he watches her walk away, and though his body seems insistent on quickly leaping out the door to follow, he forces himself to stay. Eventually she's out of sight, freeing him to turn back to the far less interesting view of the room. He shuts the door, looking entirely miserable, but at least this time not because of anything she's done. He unbuttons his shirt tiredly, flops onto the bed, and tries not to think too much himself.

JENNA: * Jo is gone for several hours, wandering aimlessly and only faintly aware of her surroundings. She manages to avoid several couples enjoying the lovely Jawaii night, but when a pair nearly stumbles onto her, she decides it's probably time to take herself -- and her weary mind -- back to where there's only one person who could bother her. She cracks the door, poking her head in before she sidles inside, hiding one hand as casually as possible behind her back.

JUSTIN: * In the time that she's been gone, Shane has been up to a great deal of nothing. His sword and his gun are set on a table next to the bed, along with a cloth and some polishing solution he must have been able to scrounge up somewhere. The man himself is splayed out on the bed, looking as though he probably hadn't intended to fall asleep. His pants are still on, though his shirt (unbuttoned as it was) has managed to disentangle itself from him at least partly, and is stuck at what would be an uncomfortable angle -- were he awake to notice.

JENNA: * Jo glances at the sword and gun as she comes in, then spies Shane, appearing almost relieved that he isn't awake. She slips quietly past him, resisting a passing impulse to straighten his shirt, and into the bathroom, where she crouches next to the tub and starts running hot water into it. She also draws her hand out where she can see it and tries to move her fingers with only minor success.

JUSTIN: * Shane stirs only slightly at the distant sound of running water, but he seems entirely content to remain where he is and release the occasional, quiet snore. His face looks a good deal more relaxed and happy than it has in days.

JENNA: * When the tub is full, Jo rises and closes the door, pleased to note the towel is still in place. Then she gives a faint sigh and strips, awkwardly, settling into the bath. She flinches as her hand touches the water, but she forces it under with a scowl, determined to at least clean the worst of the blood off before she goes to bed. She is strongly reminded of her friend's advice to never argue with trees.

JUSTIN: * Somewhere in all of this, Shane has woken up just enough to struggle out of his shirt -- perhaps when he attempted to roll over, only to be choked and strung up by the misaligned article. For a brief moment, he stares bleary-eyed at the door to the bathroom, and something tells him it wasn't shut before -- someone must be in there. But before he can decide what he's going to do about it, he drifts off again.

JENNA: * Jo takes her time about things, but even a long soak does not return full range of motion to her hand -- not that she really expected it to -- and after a wash she drains the water and towels off. Now decidedly groggy, she pulls a robe on, awkwardly, managing to tie it securely enough, and slips out, poking her head around the corner to see if Shane's woken before stepping into the room.

JUSTIN: * Shane is once again blissfully unconscious, and he seems to have positioned himself more comfortably on the bed to assist. One hand rests upon his stomach, the other dangling off the curved edge of the heart-shaped bed, and both legs are spread out over the generous amount of space available to them.

JENNA: * Finding him sound asleep, Jo relaxes, slipping out of the bathroom and making her way drowsily into the room. She pauses for a moment, engaging in a brief internal debate before shuffling around the end of the bed (eyes carefully off Shane) and settling on the other side. She curls herself up as compact as she can in order to stay out of his way, resting her head against one of the overwrought pillows and shortly drifting off to sleep.

JUSTIN: * Shane, for his part, remains more or less in his spot through the entire night, but being early to bed means early to rise. The first light of dawn is barely even making it through the windows when he begins to stir, eyes slowly opening to let the room into view. He feels very relaxed, rested, more so than he has in a long while. Sitting up, he gives a brief stretch and a contented sigh. As he puts his hand back down, however, he is perturbed to feel not bed, but something rather different.

JENNA: * Despite all her best intentions, Jo has, in fact, shifted in the night, comfortless dreams compelling her to toss and turn even more than usual. She stirs only slightly, however, when Shane's hand comes down on her hair, murmuring something indecipherable before curling up a little and sighing.

JUSTIN: * Shane withdraws his hand, mildly embarrassed, but relieved when it doesn't seem to have woken her. It does occur to him, however, that despite their usual refusal to share a bed, it seems to be happening a lot recently. He shakes this from his mind and slips off the bed quietly. A slight gasp escapes when he realizes he's missing his shirt, when he distinctly remembers having it on when he lay down.

JENNA: * Unfortunately, in her night movements, Jo seems to have made a pillow of the shirt, cheek resting comfortably against the bundled fabric. She doesn't seem much inclined to wake, nestling down further, in fact, as he removes his hand.

JUSTIN: * Shane's face flushes again, and he debates with himself about depriving the woman of her apparent comfort in favor of his own. But surely he can't go around shirtless -- she would understand. He eases back onto the bed gently, and takes a fold of the cloth between his hands. With as much caution and care as he can muster, he attempts to slide the shirt from beneath her head without waking her.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't wake at once, but as the fabric is tugged further from under her, her eyes snap open, one hand flashing to catch hold of it, while her other arm levers her up on her elbow. Her gaze is fierce when it falls on Shane, but on recognizing him it becomes puzzled, and she gives her head a slight shake, the fabric of her robe slipping down off one shoulder.

JUSTIN: * Shane twitches away a few inches, expecting to get hit by an instinctive punch. When it doesn't come, he relaxes noticeably... but that doesn't stay for long. He blushes faintly again, moving a hand to rub at his neck. "M-my shirt..." He manages to get out.

JENNA: * Jo gives him a muzzily puzzled look, finally processing that he is not, in fact, wearing one, and her gaze drifts to the fabric clenched in her hand. She blinks, startled, and releases it, sitting up slowly and pulling her robe back up. "Sorry," she mutters, sounding dazed. She doesn't see fit to ask how she came to be sleeping on it to begin with.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head quickly, pulling his shirt to him and moving back off the bed to put it on. "No apologies needed." He turns toward his sword and gun, pretending to inspect his work. "I am sorry I woke you like that."

JENNA: "It's all right." She pulls her legs underneath her, flinching when her hand twinges. She pulls it into her lap for inspection and is slightly dismayed to note that it is not looking better. Her wrist and knuckles are swollen, and the bruises are turning colors she wasn't aware were natural. "Damn it."

JUSTIN: * Shane turns a look at her, and his eyes widen at the sight. "What on earth happened to your hand?!" He abandons his charade of weapon-inspection, quickly rounding the bed to have a closer look.

JENNA: "N-nothing --" She decides this is an inadequate response, and attempts to hide the injury before realizing it's a little late for that. Besides, it twinges badly when she bumps it against the bed. "I..." Her face reddens. "I hit a tree," she says, voice barely audible. "A couple times."

JUSTIN: * Shane looks something barely short of dismayed, kneeling next to the bed and giving the wound a long look. "Oh, Jo! I wouldn't have encouraged a walk if I thought you'd do yourself harm."

JENNA: * Jo reddens further, slightly unnerved by his show of concern. "I didn't really.." She manages a faint shrug. "It helped me stop thinking, for a while." She scratches her cheek with her other hand. "I.. guess I hit it harder than I thought, though."

JUSTIN: * Shane stands back to his feet, obviously not accomplishing anything by staring. "Well, we should see what we can do about it. Did you already treat it once?" He goes off in search of the medical kit. "Well, regardless, it should probably be treated again..."

JENNA: "I washed it," she offers weakly, turning where she sits to watch him. "I was.. hoping it'd get better on its own." She looks embarrassed yet again, as she knew better even last night. She falls silent, waiting for him to return and wondering why she doesn't just take care of the wound herself -- she's perfectly capable.

JUSTIN: * Shane returns shortly with the supplies, as well as a towel, a bowl of clean water, and some soap. He somehow manages to balance all these things on the way back to the bed, placing them carefully and kneeling on the floor again so as not to disturb them. "I suppose it didn't look nearly as bad last night..." Shane gives her the benefit of the doubt. "Here, better wash it again." He takes the bowl, holding it for her so it doesn't slosh when she moves on the bed.

JENNA: * She reddens again, feeling faintly annoyed at the reaction, but she nods, taking cloth and soap and carefully going about the cleaning of her injury, particularly where the skin split. She scowls, trying not to flinch as the wounds sting. She did it to herself, after all.

JUSTIN: * Shane manages to keep from staring, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable than she no doubt already is. He instead inspects the aid kit he's brought over, attention divided between making sure the bowl stays steady, and digging out what he thinks will be useful.

JENNA: * Once she's finished with the cleaning, Jo lifts her hand from the bowl, giving it a slight shake that causes her to wince again. She gives a faint sigh. "I hope that ship comes soon." Then she pausing not really having intended for that to be spoken aloud.

JUSTIN: * The comment doesn't seem to affect Shane badly, and he simply nods, moving the bowl and setting it aside on the floor for now. He fishes the things he needs from the first aid box and turns back to Jo. "I think this island has already worn out its welcome. Though I'll miss the full meals." He glances very briefly at her face, but quickly returns his attention to her hand, finding it a much less intimidating subject to focus on.

JENNA: * Jo smiles faintly, expression weary despite her full night's rest. She avoids any comment regarding the future of their journey, as that will likely result in argument, instead letting him tend to the injury. "I guess there are worse places to wash up," she says absently, her own gaze firmly fixed on the remarkably ugly bedspread.

JUSTIN: "That's true." Shane busies himself with applying some ointment to the wound, being as gentle as he can. "A deserted island would have been a much more difficult test, I should think."

JENNA: "Might prefer the company, though," she remarks, ignoring the sting of the treatment and endeavoring to hold her hand still. "They probably wouldn't last a day in the wild ..." she says with a faint note of contempt in her voice.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head, careful not to lose his place with the treatment, however. "I'm not so certain some of them would even survive a day in the life of normal townsfolk." He finishes with the ointment, setting it aside and reaching for some bandaging to wrap the wound in.

JENNA: * Jo turns her gaze back and watches him continue without comment, as if mesmerized by the treatment of her injuries by someone other than herself. "I'd almost pay to see it," she says belatedly, ignoring the temptation to twitch her fingers to see what he might do about it. It would probably hurt.

JUSTIN: * Shane contents himself with continuing to dress the wound, sealing up the bandage good and proper and inspecting it just to be sure. "That should do for a while. I probably don't have to remind you to go easy on it." He moves aside, only a quick, glancing look at her before he starts packing everything back into the small box.

JENNA: * Jo nods. "Not that there's anything I could really do to it here..." She gives him a sideways glances, shifting so that her legs dangle off the bed. "Except hit another tree." She glances at the door, expression curious. "Is there ... food coming?" As if to punctuate the statement, her stomach gives a faint growl.

JUSTIN: * Shane turns toward her again at the sound of her stomach, blushing a bit at the silliness and standing to his feet. "Not yet... but it's very early, we should still have time to put out a breakfast order." Taking this to heart, he goes to fetch some meal tickets, returning to her shortly. "Want to know the menu, or are you up for anything?"

JENNA: "Just mark anything." Still tired, she lies back on the bed again, gaze directed wearily at the ceiling. "I usually ... just eat whatever I have." Her eyes drift partway shut, and she rests her uninjured arm across them, letting the other lie still at her side. "Cold meat.. bread.. cheese.." she lists, voice increasingly drowsy.

JUSTIN: * Shane chews at his lip, attempting to pick out things on the list that sound like they'd appeal to her. Satisfied that he's done his best, he fills out a ticket for himself, and moves to place them on the outside hook. Coming back, he rubs at his arm absently, watching her -- but trying not to seem like it. "Well, that's that. Shouldn't be too long."

JENNA: * Jo gives a slightly slurred assent, stirring enough to roll over on her side, tugging at the robe to keep it moving with her. Her eyes open long enough to meet Shane's, and then she yawns. "Wake me when it gets here," she suggests, curling her legs nearly up to her chest in preparation to doze off again.

JUSTIN: * Shane rubs at his hair, averting his eyes but giving an acknowledging "Yes, ma'am" -- and not at all sarcastic. He moves toward the table where he's left his sword and gun, and seats himself to continue where he left off, giving himself something to do in the meantime.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't stir until breakfast arrives, at which point there's a smart rap on the door, and a cheery voice calls "Breakfast time, sleepyheads!" She opens one eye, rolls it, and closes it again, pretending to sleep on for the moment.

JUSTIN: * Shane looks up from his work, turning toward the door and staring for a moment before it registers. He sets his sword and the polishing cloth down, and stands to his feet with a slight stretch. Heaving a quiet sigh, he steps to the door and opens it up, smiling in an attempt to make up for his rudeness the night before. "Good morning."

JENNA: * The server, if she is the same one, doesn't seem to register politeness or rudeness. "Good morning, sir! Got your orders all ready for you and the miss -- Will you be needing anything else?" Her level of cheer seems highly unnatural.

JUSTIN: * Shane shakes his head, half-bowing politely. "That will be all -- thank you, miss." He takes a hold of the cart, pulling it back into the room.

JENNA: * She snaps him a cheery salute before going on her merry way and closing the door behind her with a trill of "Don't forget to sign up for lunch~" Jo gives a very quiet shudder, hoping there are some appropriately cynical people working this island. It would drive her mad if they were really all happy.

JUSTIN: * Shane closes the door quietly, bolts it, and pushes the cart over to and around the bed, setting it near where Jo is laying. "Wake up, Jo -- breakfast." He seats himself next to her, leaning over to see if she's awake.

JENNA: * Jo opens one eye again, spying him looking at her, and sticks her tongue out slightly before retracting it and sitting upright. "It's not natural to be that cheerful in the morning," she remarks, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking at the tray with interest.

JUSTIN: * Shane smiles some -- briefly wondering if she'll think he's mocking her statement, but he ignores the notion and starts uncovering trays of food. "I'm sure some food will cheer you up a bit."

JENNA: * She doesn't respond one way or the other, scooting forward to have a look at what there is for breakfast. She eyes both trays before turning to him inquisitively. "Which one's mine?"

JUSTIN: "Oh, by all means -- take whatever you want. I ordered a variety, because I didn't know what you'd like." Shane reaches over and snags two glasses, setting one in front of her. "Milk or juice? It's, uh--" He sniffs the metal pitcher. "Citrus." A slight blush crosses his face, and somewhere inside he wonders why he's making such a big deal of breakfast. Guess that's what a good night's sleep will do for you. He backs off a bit before he comes off as overly eager.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't appear to notice, staring at the other pitcher warily. "I'll try it," she says finally, reaching over to snag one of the breakfast foods and take an inquisitive bite. She tugs the robe a little tighter around her, half-wishing she'd gotten up and gotten dressed. It doesn't concern her too much, though, as it's a fairly comfortable robe. The notion of stealing it crosses her mind, but she isn't sure it'll fit in her pack.

JUSTIN: * Shane stands up, taking the pitcher and pouring the juice into one glass, and then switching to pour milk into the other. He eyes what she's taken so far of the food, and then takes a piece of something himself -- a piece of toast -- and nibbles at it as he sits back down. "Oh. I probably should have asked that woman if she knew how long until the boat's supposed to arrive."

JENNA: "Few more days, probably." She glances at him sideways, explaining before he can get the wrong idea. "They had a schedule posted. Saw it while I was walking around." She eats everything with equal enthusiasm, apparently finding it all to her liking. "You play cards?"

JUSTIN: "Cards? Oh -- um, I've played a few games..." Shane gnaws at his bread, apparently trying to remember some distant memory. "Read about them more than I've played. I like to keep up, just in case an opportunity arises." He gives her a quick look, then stops to swallow. "You have cards?"

JENNA: * She pauses, eating a mouthful of her own food. "I guess. Maybe. I hadn't really looked through everything. Could probably find some anyway." She continues eating, pausing after a moment to sample her drink. She blinks, then shrugs and drinks some more. "It'd be something to do, anyway."

JUSTIN: "That's true..." Shane plops a few pancakes onto his plate and butters them. "Not much else to do around here, except walk and sleep." He piles some bites into his mouth and savors the flavor.

JENNA: * She shoots him a very dry look, but doesn't bother to enlighten him on what other people find to do around this place. "Yeah. Or training, I guess." She pauses, glancing at the bathroom door and making a mental note to leave some money behind.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't seem to catch the look, busily feasting on some omelet. He takes a break to sip at his milk, sitting back to let his stomach settle. "Speaking of training... gosh, I must be horribly rusty. I normally make it a daily habit, but I've been so distracted..."

JENNA: * Jo grunts. "Busy trip." She finishes her drink, poking around the tray again and taking another piece of fruit before deciding she's full. It strikes her as a pity that none of the food is suitable for a journey of any length, and she sighs faintly, settling back slightly.

JUSTIN: * Shane polishes off a few more parts of his meal before calling it quits, then stands to push the card over to the door. "I suppose... I really am shocked that I haven't made the time, though." He frowns, then opens the door to place the cart outside before reclosing it.

JENNA: * Jo watches him idly, then hops off the bed and retrieves her clothes. "That before cards, then, I guess." She then trots into the bathroom, closing the door and getting dressed with a little difficulty, given her hand. As she's doing so, her habit of humming contentedly resumes, and she pauses to splash some water on her face before leaving.

JUSTIN: * Shane watches her go, then turns to give his equipment a stare. He already managed to clean the weapons quite a while ago, and has spent the last while simply polishing them to a luster. "I... I'm not sure, with your hand I mean..." He turns to look back at her as she leaves the bathroom.

JENNA: "I'll be all right." She scoops her gear up, slinging it over her shoulder. "I can practice one-handed." She shrugs. "Or we can just play cards. It doesn't matter to me." She leans against the wall, folding her arms -- carefully -- and watches him for a moment.

JUSTIN: * Shane shifts on his feet a bit, hands tangling with the cloth of his pants as he stares at her wounded hand -- at least until it travels up near her chest, at which point his weapons seem a great deal more interesting. "Well, I... I mean. I do need the practice."

JENNA: * She pushes away from the wall, nodding. "Then let's find a beach." She sets one hand on her hip, grinning. "I think there's one nobody goes to, 'cause there's a lot of brush on the way. Found it while I was looking around."

JUSTIN: "A-alright... let me fetch my things." Shane moves quickly to put on his coat, reattaching his weapons to the belt and tightening everything up. Lastly, he scoops up his hat, setting it on his head and straightening it with a satisfied smile. "Okay." He steps to the door, opening it wide and motioning for her to go ahead. "After you."