JENNA: * She gives him a slightly puzzled look, but she eventually chalks the gesture up to not wanting her behind him and saunters out the door. She waits for him to follow and close it behind him before pointing to a slightly overgrown path just a few feet away from their room. It appears to lead straight into dense jungle. "It's not as bad as it looks," she supplies.

JUSTIN: * Shane turns from the door to look where she's pointing, and tilts his head at the sight. "Well, if you say so..." He starts off down the path ahead of her, pretty much debunking her theory about not wanting her behind him.

JENNA: * She follows him with a shrug, occasionally pointing out where the path might be hard to see. Though it's considerably rougher than anywhere else on the island, it's still pretty clear where they're headed, and the jungle isn't particularly thick. It's about fifteen minutes before they reach the beach in question, and it is a small one, quaint and abandoned, but really quite lovely. Jo ambles out into the open, looking pleased with herself. "Yep."

JUSTIN: * Shane wanders toward the middle of the beach, looking around to size up the site. "Well, it is as you said -- this should do for privacy perfectly." He kicks at the sand a bit, testing how much it'll give under his feet later.

JENNA: "That's the tree I punched," Jo remarks, ambling over and patting one of the tropical plants familiarly. She then pauses and sets her foot against it, testing how much give she's going to be dealing with.

JUSTIN: * Shane gives a look over his shoulder at the tree in question, scoffing jestfully. "Well, it certainly got the better of you -- going to give it a rematch?" He smirks, grabbing the handle of his sword and pulling it out of its sheath. He tests the weight, getting used to it again. Familiarity takes over, and he's soon comfortable with it after only a few test swings.

JENNA: "Hardly." She ambles away from the tree, tugging out her dagger, which is cleaner than it was, though not perfect. She goes through a few exercises, sighing faintly at how incomplete they feel with only one knife.

JUSTIN: * Shane shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, setting himself into a fencing stance for his first warm-up. He goes through a few routine drill sets, working on key movements meant to open up the swordsman's options for more advanced techniques.

JENNA: * For Jo's part, she runs through a few dagger routines, then drops back into some of her more basic exercises -- the kind meant to improve agility and mobility. After a while, however, she becomes bored and settles in the sand to watch Shane while she cools off.

JUSTIN: * Shane has eventually moved up from one-handed fencing to a more aggressive style -- more suitable for melee combat, less so for a gentleman's duel. He goes through the routine with precision and well-practiced movements, occasionally changing it up for the sake of keeping it fresh.

JENNA: * After several minutes of this, Jo gives herself a shake and hops to her feet, surprised at herself. His training exercises aren't that interesting. She turns back to the tree that injured her, scowling slightly, and toys with her dagger for a moment before flinging it fiercely at the trunk, where it lands with a decidedly solid thunk. Then she pauses, hoping she can get it out again.

JUSTIN: * Shane decides it is his turn for a short break, and he stops the more intense sword style training to walk over to where she is, spinning his weapon idly in his hand. "Well -- it certainly is nice to get some fresh air and real exercise, after all this time."

JENNA: * Jo glances at him and shrugs. "Might as well.. gonna be back on a boat again soon." She ambles over to the tree, inspecting the knife before she tries to get it loose. Upon deciding it isn't buried too deep, she wraps her fingers around the hilt and gives it a sharp tug, wiggling it when it doesn't come free immediately. It takes a few minutes work, but it does come free, and she sighs, deciding not to do that again unless she knows the target's softer.

JUSTIN: * Shane suppresses a grin at the struggle, turning around and hefting his sword to give it a quick inspection. He returns it to its scabbard for the moment, and pulls out his gun instead. However, having nothing to shoot with, he has to settle for merely practicing some quick-drawing and handling.

JENNA: * Deciding she's bored again, Jo plops down in the sand and removes her shoes and leggings, tugging her trousers up above the knee. She sits there for a moment afterward, intrigued by the gun work, even if she's not totally sure she wants to touch the thing again. Shortly, however, she's back on her feet and trotting for the water, where she pauses a moment, then ambles into the surf, stretching back and putting her hands behind her head.

JUSTIN: * Shane stops what he's doing momentarily to watch Jo, momentarily unsure if he should move to stay within earshot or not. He forces a slight frown off his face, figuring if she wants his company she'll ask, and tries to concentrate on what he's doing instead of watching her wade in the water.

JENNA: * Jo wades in farther, inspecting with interest the signs of wildlife swimming in the water. She takes a small swipe at one of the fish, mostly succeeding in getting herself wet, then ambles a little farther in, until the water is lapping at her pants. Once there, she just stands a while, soaking in the sun and imagining what it will be like to be back in Morroc.

JUSTIN: * Shane eventually puts his gun away, ambling a couple meters in her direction, but still keeping pretty clear of the water. He seats himself in the warm sand, watching the waves, the clouds, and to a lesser degree, Jo. Something about watching her just strikes him as impolite, among other things.

JENNA: * It's a long while before Jo realizes it's gone quiet back on the beach, and she half-turns, glancing back at him curiously. "Finished?" She doesn't wait for a response before turning her gaze back to the ocean, eyes going quietly distant.

JUSTIN: * Shane flinches when she suddenly turns her face to him, the sensation of getting caught peeping causing his heart to skip a beat. When she doesn't seem the least bit bothered, though, he exhales and calms himself, thinking he's just being silly. "I can't practice my aim without any ammunition... the little I had, I'm afraid is at the bottom of the ocean right now."

JENNA: "I see." She turns back to him again, expression slightly puzzled. "But it.. went off when I had it." She appears uneasy about even bringing the incident up, but she perseveres, turning completely and folding her hands behind her, somewhat backlit by the sun.

JUSTIN: * Shane steals his glance away form the water again, looking to her and smiling in a somewhat weary way. "The gun was loaded... I always keep one in the chamber, just in case. Not necessarily safe, but..." He shrugs lightly, rubbing at his hair a bit and turning his eyes to the sand. "I would have warned you, to save you the fright, if I hadn't been so long in the bath."

JENNA: * She tilts her head, not fully understanding his explanation, but willing to accept that she fired whatever was left in it. She shrugs very slightly. "It's past now, either way." She glances over her shoulder at the sun and gives a long stretch. "You can probably get more in Alberta. They have everything in Alberta."

JUSTIN: * Shane scratches at his cheek, apparently considering this. "If we find some we can afford, I suppose so..." He smiles a bit. "Though I would prefer not to need it at all. It is a nasty way to put a person down." He stands to his feet, stretching a little before ambling over to the water's edge. He stands just beyond the lap of the small waves, wiggling his toes in his boots.

JENNA: "Better to be prepared." She turns back to him, ambling a few steps closer and batting her foot at a few of the small fish in the shallows. In the process of doing so, she slips on a shell hidden under the sand and loses her balance, stumbling sideways toward the beach with a small yelp.

JUSTIN: * Shane's eyes snap upright, along with his eyebrows, and he quickly skids through the wet sand -- nearly falling himself -- to get between Jo and a possibly very wet fall. His hands connect with her waist, helping to settle her back on both feet properly. For the moment, he's too afraid to say a word about it either way, fearing the worst in response.

JENNA: * Jo, fall halted in the middle of her attempt to catch her balance, blinks for a moment, making sure her feet are underneath her before she straightens away from him. There's a faint hint of red in her cheeks, and she seems to know it, judging from her irritable expression. "Thanks," she says finally, though it seems to take a great deal of effort to look at him.

JUSTIN: "You're... welcome." Shane takes a hurried step back, catching himself from nearly slipping again. The blush on Jo's cheeks and the look on her face makes him feel suddenly very embarrassed as well, even if he isn't the one who slipped. He squeezes his hands into fists, then back again, as if trying to will the lingering feel of her waist off his skin, lest it work some evil magic upon him. Tipping his hat in a rather pointless manner, he retreats another step or two, until he is nearly out of the water himself, and then folds his arms over his chest defensively.

JENNA: * Jo, after a moment, stalks quickly out of the water, scooping her shoes and leggings up from the sand, and stops, arms wrapped around her belongings. "We'd better go back," she says shortly. "We'll miss ... lunch." She silently discounts the fact that it's been years since she had three squares a day regularly and starts walking back, still barefoot.

JUSTIN: * Shane hesitates for a moment, giving the water a long, lingering look, before turning to follow after his fellow shipwreckee. "I wonder where the time went to..." He says, attempting small talk to clear the air of awkwardness. His eyes slip up to the sky, where sun has risen over the past few hours.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't glance back, but she shrugs. "Training. It'll pass time." She sticks her hands behind her head, pausing for a moment under the cooler shade of the trees. "I guess." on the front. Still got done by 11:30, but was hideously stressed.)

JUSTIN: * Shane manages to stop himself before walking into Jo, being distracted momentarily by the scenery. He crosses his arms behind his back, kicking a heel at the dirt underfoot. "Heh, well -- yes, I suppose so." He clears his throat and steps around the woman to walk on ahead of her, only to stop again a few feet away to wait.

JENNA: * Jo ambles after him, puzzled by the change in position, but not enough to ask -- or even indicate she noticed. She does walk softly, however, not trusting the underbrush to go easy on her feet. "At least it was something enjoyable," she says after a moment, though she personally finds training a little bit dull.

JUSTIN: * Shane's fingers fiddle with the belt around the back of his overcoat, surveying the various forms of flora surrounding the path they're walking. "I like to keep myself primed, if you get my meaning... I was a bit worried what would happen after so many weeks. I've never gone so long without my daily routine."

JENNA: * Jo nods absently, stepping out of the brush and onto the walkway, hands on hips. "Helps to keep in practice." Then she pauses, glancing at him with genuine curiosity. "Have you ever ... had to use any of that training?"

JUSTIN: * Shane tenses up, fingers locking with each other as he turns to glance warily over his shoulder at Jo's curious eyes. "Well... I mean. No... not really..." He fidgets, turning back around before she can see his embarrassed blush. "Most criminals in Juno don't put up much of a fight when caught."

JENNA: * Her brows lift, as this explains quite a bit to her, then she shrugs easily. "What sorts of criminals do you usually get?" She ambles up next to him, brushing sand absently off her feet, and glances back toward Jawaii's main hub. When she sees nothing that interests her, she returns her attention to him.

JUSTIN: * Shane is a bit unnerved by the sudden interest, unsure of why she'd be interested in knowing. Maybe she's just hoping he'll make himself look stupid. "Well, you know... the usual suspects." He starts walking again, clearing his throat as he does so. "Petty theft, pickpocketing, domestic disputes... Every so often there's a problem with the Sages and nobles, but that isn't really my territory..."

JENNA: "Ah ..." Her gaze drifts away again, apparently finding the answer uninteresting. "No murders..? Assassinations? Corruption?" These, she feels, would merit the attention she's gotten, where a simple thing like a failed theft is par for the course in Morroc.

JUSTIN: * Shane grits his teeth, turning her a somewhat more suspicious look. "If I do my job properly, there are no murders, assassinations, or corruption. But I am just a gate guard, and my authority doesn't stem to the upper echelons of the Juno body politic. But I can assure you that if anyone attempted anything so foolish as homicide against a member of the royal family or ruling class, there would be hell to pay. There are far more exacting agents of the law in Juno than the city guard." He shifts his belt, straightens his coat, and blushes in spite of himself. "I... am rather alone among my peers in my devotion to training. It has often been asked why I haven't simply joined the military proper."

JENNA: * Jo's gaze flicks to him, mouth twitching very faintly with amusement. "All right, then," she says, shrugging. "We keep in shape in the guild because our lives depend on it, that's all." She pauses, tugging her knife out to play her fingers over the blade. "If you're sloppy, you get killed."

JUSTIN: "Yes, well, different careers have different requirements." Shane mumbles, then shifts on his feet and sighs, arms finally moving from his back to favor his chest instead. "I have no interest in violence. I simply wish to keep the people under my watch safe from harm, and serve the city of Juno as best I can."

JENNA: * Jo shrugs. "Violence is part of life." She trots ahead of him to pull the door open, pausing and looking back at him. "For some more than others." She steps inside, leaving the door open wide enough for him to follow, and walks over to sit on the bed, rifling through her gear to see if her deck of cards did in fact survive the trip.

JUSTIN: * Shane stands in the doorway for a minute, simply watching her, and wondering if it is really worth it to argue that he doesn't agree. His arms finally leave his chest and he steps into the room, pulling the door shut behind him and giving the meal tickets on the nearby hook a short stare before grabbing a couple. He walks to the bed slowly, placing the tickets on the table and removing his hat, coat, and gear to set beside them. "Hungry? You mentioned lunch earlier." He fiddles with the tickets, skimming over the menu absently.

JENNA: * Jo finally upends the bag to take stock of her possessions, most of which are badly water-damaged, and they were pitifully few to begin with. "Mm.. could eat. Don't want to spoil myself," she says, finally unearthing her cards and attempting to pry them loose. "Won't be eating well for most of the trip." She makes a faint noise of disgust at the state of the cards.

JUSTIN: "I'll order one meal... we can split it." He seats himself on the bed near the table, pushing one of the tickets away to focus on a single one. Opting for bread, cheese, and meat, he hopes it is universal enough that she will find it satisfactory. "That should do it..." He comments, mostly to himself, and stands again to go deposit the ticket on the outside hook.

JENNA: "That's fine." For the moment, Jo has given up on prying the deck apart, tossing it aside in favor of putting her belongings back in her pack. "Next time maybe I will pay a mage to enchant it ..." she mutters to herself, tossing it aside once it's been restored and returning her attention to the cards.

JUSTIN: * Shane comes back to the bed, arching a brow curiously at the comment. "Enchant what?" He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt as he seats himself nearby, then leans down to work at his boots.

JENNA: "My bag," she mutters, slowly cracking the warped paper apart and carefully prying the pieces that won't play nicely. "I got a good offer once, but I turned it down.. didn't have the money." She toys with the deck a moment before continuing her work. "Proof against fire and water ... even if you dropped it in the lava in Nogg Road."

JUSTIN: * Shane scratches the back of his head, looking sideways at the bag. "But how would you get it out of the lava again?"

JENNA: * She gives him a level stare. "It was a sales pitch. I don't really expect to go walking Nogg Road ... nor did I expect to get shipwrecked again." She finishes prying the cards apart and quietly sets about counting them to make sure they're all there.

JUSTIN: * Shane makes a face, turning to tap his fingers on the table while he waits. "Seems an awful lot to protect a sack... treated leather would do you well for water, though I'm not so sure about fire." He shakes his head, apparently wondering why he's even continuing the topic. "At any rate, I suppose it doesn't matter at the moment."

JENNA: "If a sack is all you have in the world, you want to protect it," Jo says shortly, gathering the cards after determining the deck is still complete. She hands him the deck, eyes strangely flat. "Shuffle."

JUSTIN: * Shane blinks, looking down at the cards for a moment before accepting them. "All right..." He takes them between his hands and begins to shuffle them, more or less. The process goes on for a while before he is content that they are sufficiently randomized, then he hands them back to her. "What game did you have in mind?"

JENNA: * Jo shrugs. "What games do you know?" She thumbs the cards idly for a moment. "I know Double Gambit, Morroc shuffle .. Overlord .. and several children's games." At this she appears somewhat embarrassed. "Most of them are gambling, but obviously.. no point in playing for money." She pauses. "Oh, and Cattail."

JUSTIN: * The last one seems to make Shane perk up in recognition. Though he's sure he likely knows the others, there is a huge shuffle of possibilities floating around in his brain that he just can't seem to sort out right now. "The last one... I am fairly certain I can remember how to play that one."

JENNA: "Don't play often?" She cuts the deck absently, then deals, glancing at him. "I suppose you wouldn't. I don't either.. but there's not much to do between jobs." She lays the remaining cards out idly, setting the bulk of them in a stack nearby. "I didn't socialize very much."

JUSTIN: * Shane stares at the cards as she lays them out, making sure they line up with where his memory says they should. Satisfied, he turns his eyes back to her. "Why not? You don't seem to have trouble talking with people..."

JENNA: "People worth talking to," is the reply, and she glances over her hand with little interest. "The games in Morroc usually end in a fight, one way or the other. The loser says the winner cheats -- the winner calls a penalty game. Usually both sides are cheating. It comes down to who cheats better." She glances at him with a dry smile. "I'm not going to cheat you, in case you're wondering."

JUSTIN: * Shane shrugs lightly, sniffing. "It hardly matters, we're just playing to pass the time." He tries a smile, then looks at the cards he's been dealt and rearranges them in a more fitting order. "Must be difficult to get anything done properly in Morroc, if everyone is always trying to one-up the other man."

JENNA: "There's a sort of rhythm to it. It comes to you eventually -- or it doesn't." She smiles briefly, though the expression is more introspective than anything, then tosses one of her cards onto the field. "Martyr," she calls the play, and waits for his response.

JUSTIN: * Shane eyes the card she's placed, looking back to his hand and frowning a little. "With a start like this, I should be beat in time for lunch..." He takes a card from his hand and places it adjacent to her own, cringing at the sight. "Raven's bluff... I really hope I know what I'm doing."

JENNA: * Jo grins at him. "I'll go easy on you." The card game continues on through lunch and breaks for dinner, with an unusual level of cordiality present between the two. Having established a routine, most of the rest of the stay on Jawaii continues in that fashion, until one morning finds Jo awoken long before breakfast by a frantic knock at the door.

JUSTIN: * The knock at the door repeats itself very shortly, not waiting for a response. The continued noise seems to be enough to rouse Shane from his own sleep, and he groggily props up on an elbow to peer across the room -- mostly unseeing. "...who. Why would someone be knocking this early..."

JENNA: "Don't know." Jo slides from the bed, straightening her robe as she heads for the door. Her hand reaches automatically for her dagger, and she's disappointed to find it missing -- not that she needs it, as the knocker reveals herself to be the receptionist. "Oh! I'm sorry, miss! I wasn't sure -- but I thought you'd want to know right away --" Jo looks at her impatiently. "The ship's been sighted!" the girl blurts. "It should be here in a matter of hours."

JUSTIN: * There is the sound of a loud thump as Shane makes his exit from the bed only half successfully. He quickly appears behind Jo, however, peering over her shoulder. "Ship? Oh, thank the gods. We can finally get off of this accursed island..." His words trail off as he steps away from the door and heads for the bathroom, cheerfully stumbling over sleepy feet.

JENNA: * The receptionist reddens, and Jo casts him a sideways glance before shrugging slightly. "Don't mind him. He's an idiot." The receptionist forces a quick smile and bobs her head. "Well -- I have things to get ready -- I just thought I'd let you know." Jo nods and lets her go, closing the door and going to collect her belongings. She is, however, inclined to agree with Shane.

JUSTIN: * Shane fumbles about in the bathroom, eventually managing to get some water running, and splashes his face with the cool liquid in an attempt to wake himself up. "Ahh..." He blinks until he can see straight, then wanders back into the bedroom standing a little straighter. The look in his eyes makes it clear that half of him is still asleep on the bed, however.

JENNA: "You can go back to bed," Jo suggests, giving him a wary once-over. "It won't be here for a few hours." She, however, is completely packed -- not that it would take much, and clearly waiting for him to vacate the bathroom so she can bathe. "Probably not until after breakfast."

JUSTIN: * Shane seems a little disappointed by this news, and he runs a wet hand through his hair before sitting down on the bed heavily. "All right..." He cocks his head to the side, looking up at her. "Aren't you going to go to sleep again?"

JENNA: "I might." She leans easily against the wall and shrugs. "I just want to wash first. Won't get to for a while after this." The daily baths, she feels, have probably spoiled her rotten, but she reflects she'll probably get used to it soon enough.

JUSTIN: * Shane guesses this is a good idea, and for a moment is disappointed that he didn't think about it while he was in there. Now he'll have to wait. "Wake me up when you're done..." He yawns widely, and crawls across the bed to flops down on his stomach.

JENNA: * Jo rolls her eyes and saunters into the bathroom, where she takes a brisk, cleansing bath, washing herself as thoroughly as she can in preparation for the journey she's about to resume. Stepping free of the water, she considers pulling her clothes on, then opts for the robe, deciding she can change while Shane is taking his turn -- and after she's dry. Thinking about it a moment, she also tucks a few odds and ends -- mostly from the first aid kit -- into her towel as she exits. She pauses, watching Shane doze for a moment and considering a number of ways she could wake him. Eventually, however, she opts for giving his shoulder a light shake and calling his name. "Hey. Bathroom's free."

JUSTIN: * Shane wakes with a mild start, then rubs at his eyes until Jo isn't blurred. "Mm." He can't think of anything else to say, immediately, so he rolls out of bed and stretches with a grunt. Making his way to the bathroom with far less weary stagger than his previous attempt, he closes the door behind him and undresses before preparing a warm bath.

JENNA: * For her part, Jo looks around the room idly, finding little she can carry that would sell well -- and far too many of the trinkets are engraved Jawaii-specific. Heaving a faint sigh, she settles for practicality -- the first aid kit and a few utensils. And a bar of soap. Or two. Then she changes rapidly, trying to avoid any more embarrassing encounters of the flesh.

JUSTIN: * Shane tries not to take too long in the bath, but knowing it is the last he'll have for a while creates a distinct feeling of loss already. Still, it's a brief time before he emerges from the bathroom, wearing pants and a robe, and ruffling his hair with a towel.

JENNA: * By then Jo is seated idly on the bed, pretending that nothing at all unusual happened while he was gone. After a moment, she stretches, then leans back lazily to relax against the covers, eyes half-closed. Even after only a week, she's feeling distinctly lazy. It will probably be a healthy change to get back on the road.

JUSTIN: * Shane eyes her, something prickling in the back of his mind -- almost like a sixth sense telling him that all isn't as it seems. But he promptly ignores it, seeing nothing more than a woman lying on the bed, and everything else seems to be where he remembers it. Just to be sure, though, he does glance briefly at his equipment. Gun and saber still in place, he relaxes and finishes drying his hair. "I should order breakfast before too late. Don't know when we'll have our next meal."

JENNA: "Go ahead." She stretches lazily, then folds her hands across her stomach to relax for the brief time before food arrives and they have to leave. "The trip will take another few days," she says idly. "From Alberta ... four days to get out of Payon Forest. And then a week in the desert."

JUSTIN: * Shane makes a slight face. "That doesn't sound pleasant..." He takes down a pair of meal tickets, filling them out with what he can remember her liking the last time, and then hanging them outside. Once finished, he ambles back to the bed to flop on his back.

JENNA: "Pecos will make it go faster. And I know where the neutral waystations are." She yawns drowsily and stretches again, this time letting her arms flop above her head. "It won't be hard to find food and water in Payon, at least."

JUSTIN: * Shane lets his head roll to the side, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Some part of him is a little distressed by the fact that she's dictating where they will be going, instead of him. And the worst thing about it is, the bigger part of him doesn't seem to mind. This definitely calls for some serious consideration -- but not now. There will be time enough on the ship to rethink how he's going to accomplish his goal. "I assume the trip up to Juno didn't take you nearly this long."

JENNA: "It did," she replies, giving him a sideways glance and smiling briefly. "I traveled with a caravan almost the entire way. Actually, it took longer. They stopped in Prontera. And Al De Baran." she smile grows momentarily distant. "They didn't ever perform .. but they seemed to have a lot of contacts in the cities."

JUSTIN: "Perform?" Shane edges up onto his elbow. "Were they entertainers? What sort of entertainment?" He always likes a good show, though he rarely gets to see them since he's usually stuck on patrol.

JENNA: "Song and dance -- I know there was some dance. The little girl wanted me to stay and watch." Her expression becomes weary for a moment, and she reaches down to toy with the strap of her pack. "I told her I would try to come next year." Then she grimaces suddenly, sticking both hands behind her head. "May as well have stayed and watched for all the good it did me."

JUSTIN: * Shane fidgets slightly, deciding to drop back down to his back -- watching her suddenly makes him feel awkward. "I suppose they must have been performing at the festival, then... I've missed it almost every year. Work -- you know."

JENNA: "You shouldn't let them work you like that," she says agreeably. "There are other things to do in life than work. And if they figure out you don't know that, they'll exploit you." Her mouth twitches, and she falls silent, shrugging very slightly, as if in apology.

JUSTIN: * Shane wiggles a little on the bed, suddenly very uncomfortable. "I... I volunteer, actually. I mean. Someone has to, right? I don't really have anyone to attend these festivals with, anyway..." He clears his throat, unfortunately not thinking of any decent way to change the subject.

JENNA: "You don't have to attend /with/ someone," she remarks, then glances at him with another shrug. "There are already people assigned, right? It's their job, not yours." She doesn't seem to find anything odd about the conversation, though his clear discomfort is making her wonder if she shouldn't back off.

JUSTIN: "Well, I am the captain... And I know most of the men have wives, or lady friends. I wouldn't feel..." He attempts to sink lower into the bed, but it doesn't work very well. "And I know they would only complain, and they'd do a sloppy job if their minds were elsewhere. It's... it's just easier, you know."

JENNA: * Jo opens her mouth, then closes it again, raising one hand to scratch at her cheek, rather than lecturing him further. "Whatever works, I guess." She glances away. "They'd probably work harder if their lives were on the line."

JUSTIN: * Shane frowns, turning her a brief look before bringing his gaze back to the ceiling. "Not that I'd wish harm upon them, or the city. I suppose complacency is the price of safety." He sighs, rubbing at his face wearily. "It is hard to convince anyone that they need to be on their toes, when the worst catastrophe we have to deal with most days is a spilled mug of ale."

JENNA: "Bar fights?" She rubs her nose, grinning reminiscently. "We have a few of those ... not often bad enough for the local authorities to stop in ... it has to be pretty bad before they'll show up." She sits up, stretching and folding her legs into a cross-legged position, then rests her arms in her lap. "But the guilds take care of their own."

JUSTIN: "Different sort of city, I suppose." Shane breathes out audibly, shifting his arms under his head. "Public violence is a zero tolerance sort of thing in Juno. At least it gives my men something to write a report about once in a while."

JENNA: "Very different," Jo agrees, glancing idly at the door as another knock rings out. "Breakfast!" calls a voice from beyond, and she shifts to dangle her legs over the edge of the bed before sliding to the floor. She ambles to the door and opens it, taking the tray without comment -- except to ask when the ship's expected to arrived. Upon being informed it's about two hours away, depending on winds, she nods and closes the door again, tugging the tray over to the bed.

JUSTIN: * Shane glances up as Jo brings over the tray of food, sitting up and moving to place his feet against the floor. "When did she say?" He asks, having heard her ask the question, but not overhearing the answer. The smell of the food momentarily distracts his attention, however, and he sidles along the bed to get a closer look.

JENNA: "Couple hours. Maybe less with favorable winds." She eyes the tray, removing the covers and peering at the offerings with interest. She plucks a piece of toast off the plate and starts eating it. "Can't wait. This place .. I feel like I could bathe for the rest of my life and I'd still smell like fake tropical perfume."

JUSTIN: * Shane laughs, a bit uneasily. It's a little sad that it's true. "Two hours too long. But after being here a week, I guess we can hold out a little longer." He grabs a piece of toast, himself, chomping on the crisp, buttery bread.

JENNA: * Jo doesn't seem to have a terrible lot of appetite, though what she does eat she eats heartily. A single glass of juice and some fruit, however, are all she puts inside her -- aside from another piece of toast. "Time to get used to being hungry again."

JUSTIN: * This makes Shane look very depressed for a minute -- though it is hard to tell around the constant eating. After a bit he pauses to rest, washing down what he's eaten with a nice, cool glass of milk. "I can't say I'm nearly as used to it as you. I don't eat like a king back at home, but at least I have a kitchen, and a nearby market to buy goods."

JENNA: "I'm just on the road a lot," Jo replies, pausing to snatch other bit of fruit before giving up on the tray. "None of this will keep, or I'd take it with us." She shrugs, retrieving her pack from where it lies and slinging it over her shoulder.

JUSTIN: * Again, Shane shows signs of unhappiness. Unfortunately, he is too full to pack anymore in, so he has to let what's left go to waste. "A shame. I suppose it's roots and rabbit from here on. I really can't count the slop they serve on those merchant ships." He makes a face, standing to his feet to haul the tray toward the door.

JENNA: "Well, there'll be rabbit until we strike the desert ... then it's, ah, lizard." Her mouth twitches faintly. "But hopefully not often. The waystations usually have food, even if it is dried." She rests one hand on her hip, fingers drumming lightly. "Do you want to wait here or out there?"

JUSTIN: "Out there." Shane says without needing much thought. He's had enough of the heart bed to last him a lifetime, and the overly plush and gaudy decor isn't doing his eyes any favors. "If you don't mind." He stands to his feet, moving to gather up his clothing and gear and put everything in its proper place.

JENNA: "I'd prefer it," she says promptly, grinning. Then she pauses, remembering at the last moment to lay a little extra cash near the shattered bathroom door. "I never want to come back here." She walks over to the door and pauses, waiting for him to join her in an unusual show of politeness.

JUSTIN: * Shane straightens his coat, belt, and tightens his boots before settling his hat on his head and trotting over to the door. "I think I can agree with that." He says, seemingly refreshes as he steps out onto the wooden deck beyond. He pauses, waiting for her to close the door and follow.