JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't bother with the hotel's own catering, instead heading halfway across town to a small restaurant that he would sometimes visit when he couldn't be bothered to cook for himself. Figuring that Jo would be happy to have some time to herself, he decides to stay and wait until the meals are finished cooking.

JENNA: * Jo gets nearly to the end of her weaving before glancing out the window and noting that it's starting to get a little dim outside. She frowns slightly, wondering what's taking so long, then leans back on the bed, briefly entertaining the notion that he's taken off -- giving in to whatever lure his home city still possesses. She scratches her head, finding that conclusion relatively stupid, then gives a long yawn, relaxing into the bed.

JUSTIN: * The freshly prepared meals are finally in Shane's hands, and he makes his way back to the inn with tray in tow. He hardly notices the dimming sky, very much accustomed to the long waits for properly cooked food. After another few minutes, he finds his way back to the inn and up the stairs, and upon reaching their room, he quietly knocks against the door.

JENNA: * Jo gives a startled jerk, sitting up abruptly and rubbing a certain amount of sleep from her eyes. She stumbles a little, getting to her feet, aware enough of whatever she was dreaming to know she doesn't want to return to it. Reaching the door, she tugs it open, a puzzled and still silghtly sleepy expression on her face.

JUSTIN: * With the door no longer an obstacle, Shane makes his way into the room, lifting the tray up and over Jo's head as he squeaks by her. "Hope you're still hungry." He says quietly, moving to set his cargo down on the bed, and then he strips out of his coat, setting it aside with his hat. He turns her a slightly odd look, arching an eyebrow. "Did I wake you up?"

JENNA: "Sort of.." Jo lets the door swing closed, walking over and rubbing again at one eye. "I don't mind.. wasn't a very good sleep anyway." She seats herself carefully near the food, peering at it curiously. "What did you get?"

JUSTIN: * Shane leans over to undo his boots again, slipping them off and stretching a little -- visibly relieved when there is no pain from his back -- and then walks to kneel down beside the bed. "Your favorite..." He takes the cover from one of the plates, revealing a mostly vegetable concoction. "Or at least, it will be, given enough time." He smirks, uncovering the other plate to show a pair of juicy steaks, dressed with sauces and spices. "But just in case you refuse to touch the greenery, there's also this."

JENNA: * Jo gives him a slightly dirty look. "I'll take the meat, thanks ..." She wrinkles her nose at the vegetation, knowing she's likely to get bullied into eating that as well. In order to put it off a few minutes longer, she glances at him sideways. "Still feeling all right?" She decides offering to try again if he isn't would likely have unpleasant repurcussions.

JUSTIN: "I'm doing fine." He answers simply, apparently trying not too think too hard about it, as he seems suddenly extra interested in inspecting the food. He carefully lifts one of the plates, taking a pair empty ones that were stacked beneath it. "It was just a little sore muscles, that's all." He manages a sound that's non-chalant about it, as he grabs a fork and begins to evenly divide the meat and the veggies.

JENNA: * Jo watches him, quietly tempted to flick some of the veggies from her plate to his, but she manages not to give in to temptation. "Good." She waits patiently for him to finish dividing the food, managing to keep her stomach from betraying her with even the slightest growl.

JUSTIN: * Shane finishes quickly, placing a fork and knife on her plate. "I tend to think so." He takes his plate and stands up, moving to flop onto his side on the bed and push his food around with his fork for a bit. "It's never been much of a problem for me in the past."

JENNA: * Jo takes her food, cutting herself a piece of meat and chewing thoughtfully before she responds. "Old man was a bad influence, huh." She then turns back to her food, poking at the vegetables without interest before popping one into her mouth and eating it dutifully.

JUSTIN: * Shane watches her carefully, until the vegetable disappears in her mouth, and then he shrugs lightly, moving his eyes to his plate. "No worse an influence than you. Never had any health problems before I met you, you know." He slices at his meat, cutting a few pieces for later, and then works on his vegetables.

JENNA: "Is that your way of saying I make life exciting?" She eats another vegetable, scowling slightly, then rewards herself by cutting another piece of meat and eating it with relish. "I don't carry any diseases that I know of." She looks at the vegetables again, then decides the best way to tend to the problem is to eat them all as quickly as she can.

JUSTIN: * Shane snorts, biting down a piece of the meat and taking a sip from his canteen. "Exciting is far too positive a word." He rubs at an eye, staring at her blandly for little as he fights against a sudden wave of weariness. It passes shortly, with little more than a yawn to show for it. "You -- you're like work. Difficult, back-breaking work."

JENNA: * Jo scowls at him, then wrinkles her nose. "You're the one keeps hanging around, you know. If the work's so tough, find another job." She pops her last vegetable into her mouth, then returns to the meat, looking slightly disgruntled.

JUSTIN: * Shane smiles slightly, giving her a long look. "I'm sure I'd have no more luck than we did the last time we tried parting ways." He turns his stare to his food, poking at it absently. "Besides, work can be gratifying, in its own way. It's rather like a challenge."

JENNA: * Jo snorts faintly and continues eating, glancing at him sideways. "If you say so." She returns her attention to her food from there, deciding the conversation is best left uncontinued. It doens't take her long to work through it, however, and she finishes with a long stretch, returning her plate and utensils to the tray.

JUSTIN: * Shane manages to make some more progress on his food during the following silence, and he finishes not too long after her. He collects everything on the tray and moves it to a small table on the other side of the room, pausing to rub at his arm and glance out the window. It's gotten quite dark by now, and sleep is certainly calling him. He turns to look at Jo, slightly conflicted about how they should go about this. "I think I'm going to retire for the evening... you?"

JENNA: * Jo nods. "I won't be up much longer." She takes her weaving down from the bedpost, unraveling the threads and tugging them straight before returning it to her pack. She then sits down next to it for a few minutes, humming quietly as she sorts through her belongings.

JUSTIN: * Shane gnaws at his lip for a brief moment, then turns and wanders over to the far side of the bed, where he sits. Back to Jo, he gives a quick glance, then cautiously begins to unbutton his shirt. A slight shiver escapes when he begins to think too much about it, but he soon has it off, and is under the blankets -- hopefully before she has the chance to steal a peek.

JENNA: * Jo, fortunately, wasn't looking his way, and she hasn't noticed his discomfort in particular, too busy putting her things away. She doesn't feel particularly tired for the moment, however, and quietly tugs her cards out to play a few games of solitaire, humming again in the half-light.

JUSTIN: * Shane shuts his eyes and tries to fall asleep before she decides to join him (in a manner of speaking) and makes the task that much more difficult. Her humming is a help and a hindrance, though the light and the occassional, quiet sound of cards flipping doesn't bother him in the least. Somewhere amid the usual worries -- worries he thought he'd mostly gotten over -- his brain eventually clicks into sleep mode, and her soft song follows him into dreams.

JENNA: * Jo continues playing for a little longer, stopping only when she feels sleep tugging at her gently. She folds the cards away and stuffs them in her pack, getting to her feet with a long stretch and trotting over to the bed. She almost flops on it, then remembers Shane's sleeping form and drops onto it a little more carefully. Giving one last stretch, she tugs the pillow under her head, wrapping her arm around it from underneath, and before long she drops into a comfortable doze.

JUSTIN: * Shane is long out by the time she's in bed, so at least that much has gone according to plan. The night drags on slowly, though, in spite of his unconsciousness. It isn't long before he begins to toss and turn restlessly, his face looking hot from some phantom heat that only he can feel, and the first signs of sweat droplets forming on his brow.

JENNA: * Jo sleeps fairly well, content to be wherever her dreams have taken her, but as Shane's movements becomes increasing restless, her own rest becomes lighter, though it manages to remain relatively uninterrupted. She squirms away from him slightly, murmuring irritably in her unconscious state.

JUSTIN: * Shane's tossing slows almost to a stop, then he suddenly bursts upright, covers flying in all directions as he lets out a panicked yell. He's awake a moment later, looking for all the world like he's just run a mile uphill -- while being chased by a monster, by the sheer fright on his face.

JENNA: * Jo's eyes snap open at the sound of Shane's shout, coming awake with a rush of adrenalin, and she sits up just in time to get pelted with blankets. "What the h--" She struggles to untangle herself, turning to stare at him in alarm. "Shane -- what's the matter?"

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't register her voice, staring around in shock as whatever unnatural imagery his dream was providing him melts into the dark inn room. It's then that her voice slips into his skull, and he yelps again, backing away from it with a sudden increase in his breathing rate. "Nothing! What do you want?!"

JENNA: * Jo's expression becomes incredibly offended, and she rears back sharply, folding her arms. "You're the one who woke up screaming -- I just wanted to know if you were all right." She sits down sharply, gazing off to one side in annoyance. "Guess I didn't need to worry about it."

JUSTIN: * Shane listens to her, as though not comprehending. He's still panting, though his panicked look is now something more along the lines of bewilderment. He stares off to the side, fingers clenched around bedsheets. "Wha... It was just a dream." He sounds like this is a new revelation for him, finally making the connection. Not ready to let down his guard just yet, however, he turns quickly back to her, eyes wide in the dark. "Where are we? What time is it?"

JENNA: "We're in Juno, and it's the middle of the damn night." Her voice is still testy, and she flops down on the bed, glaring at him as she reaches for her pillow. "If you're done, can we please get back to sleep?" The entire display seems excessive.

JUSTIN: * Shane stares at her for a minute, checking this information with the last memories he can recognize, to see if they match up. He finally flops back onto the bed, looking worn out, and sounding it. He never answers her, simply wiping at his damp forehead and staring up at the ceiling. After a second, though, he sits up again, noticing the sweat covering the rest of him -- and finding himself a little more worked up than he even thought. He lets out a quiet squawk, quickly grabbing the blankets and piling them on top of himself, curling into a ball of misery at the edge of the bed.

JENNA: * Jo stares at him for a moment, then rolls her eyes. "What is it now?" she demands, pushing herself halfway upright again. "You feeling sick? The bathroom's over there, if you need it." She drops down again, sighing.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't answer, again, but he silences his whimpering and lies in the quiet dark. Sleep isn't going to come easy after all the excitement, and he takes this as a blessing for the time being. Whatever awaits him in his subconscious, he doesn't want to see it again anytime soon.

JENNA: "Oh, whatever." She glares at him again, then rolls over, tucking her arm under her pillow once more and curling up to wait for sleep to overtake her again. "Good night," she growls as a final statement before closing her eyes, and in spite of her irritation, she manages to drift off again before too long.

JUSTIN: * Shane eventually finds sleep again, whether he likes it or not. The sun starts showing its first signs of life not too long after, but by this point he's out like the dead, silent and unmoving.

JENNA: * Jo wakes with the dawn, in spite of her interrupted repose, and she turns to give the lump that is Shane a bleary glare before wiggling out of bed and searching for her boots. Even if he isn't awake, she's going to look for work. "The sooner we're out of this place, the better," she mutters to herself, stalking out the door.

JUSTIN: * Shane doesn't notice the light, or Jo's movement, or Jo's voice. Sometime during the course of the morning, he does manage to disentangle himself from the ball, however, and sprawls out across the giant bed -- like a body washed up, unconscious, from the ocean onto a blanket beach.

JENNA: * Jo spends an hour or two prowling the streets, but she comes up empty-handed as far as work. She does manage to procure a few sweet buns for breakfast, mood lifting slightly as she makes her way back to the inn and up the stairs. She pauses in front of the door, then shrugs and pushes her way inside. "You up yet?" she asks of the quiet room.

JUSTIN: * Shane is not, in fact, up yet. What he is, is flat on his back, head lolling off the side of the bed, and the blankets a scattered mess in all directions. Apparently his body's had enough of the heat, as he's writhed his way on top of them instead of being caught underneath.

JENNA: * Jo stops short, staring for a moment at this supremely foolish sight, then stalks forward again, leaving the food on a table and marching around the bed to nudge the sleeping man's head with her knee. "Hey, you. It's about time to get up, all right?" Some of that earlier irritability is returning to her voice.

JUSTIN: * Shane snorts and shoots upward, almost turning around and smacking whatever just hit his head before he sees who's there. He lowers his hand, looking half asleep and irritable. "What are you, the sleep patrol?" He gives her a dirty look, bordering on childish, and flops away from her, rolling himself under a blanket and disappearing.

JENNA: * Jo gives a low growl, taking hold of the blanket and yanking it away from him. "You wanna sleep, then I'll eat your breakfast! Just because you had a lousy night's sleep doesn't mean you get to shirk off looking for work." She then drops the blankets in disgust, stalking over and snatching up one of the buns, eating it rapidly.

JUSTIN: * Shane ignores her hail of lecturing, waiting until she's done before he finally crawls off the bed and stumbles over to the table to drop in a chair. "When was the last time you needed me to find work with you, anyway? You do that by yourself all the time." He looks at the buns with a sourness that's probably not deserved. "You're just cranky, don't take it out on me."

JENNA: "You should talk!" Jo snaps, almost snatching the food out of range. "What was that all about last night?! Acting like you've never had a nightmare before!" She snatches another bun and starts eating at him, the process somewhat marring the glare she directs across the table.

JUSTIN: * Shane fights against the embarrassment threatening to overtake his annoyance, and he snatches a bun before she can eat them all herself. "Oh, so you're upset because I didn't /handle/ my nightmare properly? I guess you really are the sleep patrol. I don't suppose there's a five-step program I can sign up for?"

JENNA: "You handled it about like a two-year-old, you big baby," Jo shoots back, injecting a heavy note of scorn into her voice. "What was so scary? Did a big monster come try to eat you up?" She makes a snatch at another bun, almost as if she's taking her anger out on the food.

JUSTIN: "Speaking of two-year-olds. What are you, a schoolyard bully?" Shane gets to his feet, stalking back to the bed to reclaim his shirt -- feeling more naked the further she questions him. He yanks it on harshly, fumbling with the buttons. "You're very heavy on the ridicule, and awfully light on the support. Why would I tell you anything about it, even if I wanted to?"

JENNA: * Jo makes a disgusted noise, getting to her feet as well. "Whatever. I'm hitting the market again. You do whatever you want." She makes for the door, pausing as if to make some final remark, then she changes her mind, yanking it open and stalking into the hall.

JUSTIN: * Shane manages to finish getting dressed, now that the distraction is gone. He sits down at the table again, staring at what's left of the meager breakfast. One bun, and various pieces of other disemboweled ones. He grunts, grabbing one and snatching his coat on the way to the door, not about to give her one more thing to complain about by going back to bed.

JENNA: * Once outside, Jo paces back and forth in front of the inn for a few minutes, working off some of her irritation. Then she draws in a deep breath and stalks toward the market, running over a list of what they'll need to resupply. Then she stops, realizing she left her money up in the room.

JUSTIN: * Shane comes stalking down the staircase, pulling his hat down hard on his head and grinding his teeth. Every part of him protests his actions at the moment, as he's fairly certain she doesn't deserve his compliance. All the same, he'll be damned if he lets her so much as /look/ better than him, no matter what she deserves. He ignores the odd stare of the receptionist as he marches for the front door.

JENNA: * Jo is still standing in front of the inn, debating whether she ought to go back inside and fetch her money -- and risk having to deal with Shane again. "I hate this city," she growls to herself, scratching her head. In the end, she gives up, starting toward the door.

JUSTIN: * Shane yanks the door open just as he Jo is arriving, plowing straight into her on his unerring quest to seek her. He stumbles, quietly cursing in exclaimation as he wobbles to keep his balance. In the end, he falls back on his butt, hitting the stone sharply and causing a slightly louder curse.

JENNA: * Jo squawks as they collide, stumbling backward, though she manages not to fall on her rump in imitation of Shane. "Ow," she grumbles, rubbing her head. "Sorry, are you --" Her apology trails off, however, when she sees exactly who she ran into.

JUSTIN: "I'm /fine/, thanks for almost asking." Shane glares up at her, climbing back to his feet and giving her a level stare. "What are you doing? I thought you were going job hunting. Going back to make sure I wasn't in bed?"

JENNA: "I said you could do whatever you want," Jo retorts, folding her arms. "I was going to buy supplies, anyway -- I was going back for my money." She scowls at him, then turns away. "Guess it doesn't matter. I can go shopping later."

JUSTIN: "Oh, come off it." Shane snorts, brushing past her as he walks, swiping non-existant dirt from his coat and pants. "Somedays, I think just being alive is enough to get on your nerves." He glances up at the sky, judging the time, and then turns his attention back to the road.

JENNA: "What, do you see any cash on me?!" she demands, stalking after him. "What are /you/ planning to do, go sightseeing for old time's sake?" A large part of her would really rather abandon the argument and go searching for a job, just to spite him, but a larger part of her wants to keep shouting at him -- and possibly hit him with something.

JUSTIN: * Shane turns her an irritated look. "What are you babbling about? I just came out here because I knew if I stayed in bed, you'd find some way to hang it over my head later." He gives her an especially fiery glare. "Since you seem to take some sort of sport in finding new reasons to be mad at me."

JENNA: "If I say you can do whatever you want -- then DO whatever the hell you want!" She returns his glare just as fiercely. "Better to just be honest about it than follow me out here just to prove you're better than me." She makes a disgusted noise, stalking past him -- and by now having absolutely no idea where they're headed.

JUSTIN: * Shane increases his walking speed, coming up alongside her if he can't be ahead. "You would say that, wouldn't you? But then if I /had/ stayed in bed, you'd have complained that I didn't do the more useful thing and help out. Damned if I do, damned if I don't, right?"

JENNA: "You're trying awfully hard to be the victim here, aren't you?! If I'm some kind of horrible monster, why not just leave me alone!" Jo attempts to pull ahead again, starting down a side street in an attempt to leave him behind.

JUSTIN: * Shane lunges around the corner after her, snagging her arm and spinning once to place himself in front of her. "Why should I have to leave you alone?! Not everyone likes to run away from a disagreement, like /you/." He practically shouts at her, looking somewhere between hurt and downright enraged. "If there's some sort of /problem/ here, I think we need to discuss it /now/."

JENNA: "Will you stop /grabbing/ me?!" she nearly screams, barely managing to stop her fist from making its reflexive journey straight to his gut. "If you think there's some sort of problem, why don't you tell me what it IS?!" She takes another breath, about to launch into a further tirade, when the door of a nearby house slams open, and an elderly man stalks out, glaring at them both. "Will you damn kids put a sock in it?! They can hear you five damn streets away! Some of us are trying to get some sleep!"

JUSTIN: * Shane jerks upright at the sound of an unexpected third voice, dropping Jo's arm and spinning to face the man. "It's a public street! There aren't any noise regulations in this district, so if you have a problem, you can file a complaint!" His body is practically shaking with anger, directed at anyone and everything, himself included. However, upon seeing the old man, he snaps suddenly still in recognition. "What... hey! You're the one I sold my house to!" He looks around, not having even realized they were on his street amidst all the arguing.

JENNA: "This was your house?" the old man growls, glancing over his shoulder at the structure. When he turns back, he's still scowling. "Well, I hate it." Jo, now freed, sidles a few feet away from Shane, watching the old man with undisguised interest. The old man doesn't seem to notice her, however, turning his attention back to the structure -- though his criticism does not seem to be of the house specifically. "Ungrateful basatrds, abandoning an old man in the cheapest place they could find."

JUSTIN: * Shane stands back in shock, looking suddenly disgusted again. "Cheapest place?! That house isn't cheap! I only sold it cheap because I needed a quick buy!" He stalks up to the old man, pointing a finger at him. "I lived my whole life in that house, so show a little respect." He stops, putting his hands on his hips and looking satisfied with his lecture. "And what do you mean abandoning an old man? They said you were looking for a place of your own."

JENNA: * At this, the old man becomes outraged. "A place of my own?! They were trying to get rid of me, the little ingrates! Ship me off somewhere they don't have to deal with me until they can collect the pittance I'm giving them for an inheritance!" Jo continues watching the exchange, fascinated, though she does move slowly closer to Shane in case it becomes necessary to intercede on the old man's behalf.

JUSTIN: "Well, then why did you agree to it?" Shane looks highly annoyed, having known more than a few old people in his lifetime who were convinced of conspiracies against them. "You're not a child, stick up for yourself!"

JENNA: "They had me evicted, you fool!" the old man bellows, raging. "Used the law against me!" He's about to go on, when Jo taps Shane absently on the shoulder. "You shouldn't pick on him.. might give him a heart attack." The old man fixes her with an angry glare. "Heart attack! I'm as fit as I ever was! I'll show them --"

JUSTIN: * Shane crosses his arms over his chest, staring at the man blandly. "And what do you hope to accomplish by yelling at me? Do I look like a guard to you?" He clears his throat quietly, moving a hand to swipe his hat from his head, and trying to ignore the obviousness of his coat. "Well, I'm not a guard anymore. And in my experience, this city never gave a damn about anything I did, anyway. You want to talk about ungrateful bastards, you're far from the only one with the problem."

JENNA: "Eh, if you're not a guard, then what are you?!" he demands, and Jo steps around Shane to smile politely. "We're mercenaries. Ready for hire, if you have a job for us." The old man glares at her, as if he doubts she's telling the truth. "And what if I did have a job for you?"

JUSTIN: * Shane can't believe his ears at this, and he drops his arms with a look bordering on aggression. "Don't play games with us, we don't have time for it." He turns his glaring to Jo. "Stop feeding him, he just wants someone to complain to. Let's go. We're not going to find a job in the residential sector, most of these people wouldn't know a problem if it spit on them."

JENNA: "You be quiet, young man," the elder snaps, returning his attention to Jo, who appears uncertain how she should be dealing with this. "I want you to take my will to those brats -- I want them to see just what they're coming away with." Jo's mouth twitches into a smile. "Well, let me discuss it with my partner, all right?" And she takes Shane by the arm, steering him some feet away. "Well?" she asks in an undertone. "It sounds interesting to me."

JUSTIN: "Interesting? How could it possibly be interesting?" Shane looks completely unimpressed by the suggestion. "You're just nosy, aren't you? Want to see what happens?" He gives the man a measuring look, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "If you want to do it, then fine. We'll do it. It certainly won't be /difficult/. But the pay better make it worth our time."

JENNA: "Better than a caravan job, if you ask me .. might not take long, either, if his family brought him here. They might live nearby." She grins at him. "Even if the pay isn't great.. it's not like we're hurting for money." She straightens, tilting her head. "So it's okay, right?"

JUSTIN: * Shane watches her with a quiet, blank look while she talks, half wishing she wasn't right just so he wouldn't need to have anything more to do with this crazy old man. And besides that, he feels a little awkward being the only one still angry. After a moment spent staring at her questioning visage, he finally slides his eyes away in defeat. "Yes, yes, it's okay."

JENNA: * Unreasonably pleased at this victory, Jo gives her hands a quick clap, then leans over to kiss Shane lightly on the cheek. Then, as quickly as she leaned in, she's away, trotting back over to the old man to say they've accepted his job -- and discuss the small matter of payment.

JUSTIN: * Shane's face goes from disgruntled to stunned -- quite literally, as he finds himself immobile for a duration after Jo's lips have already left his cheek. There is a curious mix of reactions inside of him, ranging from the one he's physically bewilderment, to unexplainable pleasure and giddiness, to the darker realm of outrage. Finally, he manages to turn his head back to watch her, and his cheeks go red rather belatedly, as his face turns defensively back to disgruntled.

JENNA: * Jo glances over her shoulder at him, waving for him to rejoin her before turning back to their latest client. "No, that's more than enough.. you say they live in Einbroch? What district?" The old man scratches his head, thinking over the layout of the city before giving her a general area and address where his family can be found. "I'll just go get the will, then," he says finally, turning toward the house.

JUSTIN: * Shane waddles over to them, feeling suitably uncomfortable, and looking plain paranoid. When their new employer makes for the house, Shane clears his throat quietly, and manages to avoid looking at Jo as he addresses her. "So where is his family?"

JENNA: "Einbroch. Northeast quarter. He said he'd write the address down." She glances at him with a faint grin. "See, not too far." She pauses, scratching her cheek. "I guess we could even take the airship if we wanted it over with really fast ..." She tilts her head, grinning again. "What do you think?"

JUSTIN: * Shane looks straight up puzzled, tilting his head in a similar fashion -- briefly recalling what happened the last time she tilted her head at him, then just as quickly putting it out of his mind. "But what about your fear of heights? You wouldn't be able to pretend you're on the ground as easily as when you're surrounded by Juno's housing."

JENNA: * Jo looks startled for a moment, as if she hadn't considered that. "Well --" She frowns, scratching her cheek. "If I stay away from the windows ... close my eyes, I guess. It might not be so bad ... besides, if we take the ship, we could be done in an afternoon. I mean, it's just a delivery." She doesn't look entirely certain she can keep a stiff upper lip through the whole trip, but getting the job over faster seems like a good enough idea to make the sacrifice.

JUSTIN: * Shane stares doubtfully at her, rubbing at his arm as he struggles to come to a decision. Getting the job over in one afternoon is a hard point to dismiss, but if she loses it mid-trip, it could get ugly. "On one condition, then. You /promise/ you'll keep your cool. There's no way down once we're up, until we reach our destination. If you freak out, we're /walking/ back from Einbroch." He gives her a stern look.

JENNA: * Jo folds her arms, frowning at him. "I'll be fine!" Before she can bolster her argument, however, the door opens again, and the old man returns, still looking somewhat stunned that they've taken him up on his offer. He hands Jo a folded paper -- presumably the will, as well as a scrap that contains the address of his family. "Thank you," he says strangely. "Just come back here to collect your pay when you're finished." Jo looks at him curiously, but he's already turned away, threading his way back to the house.

JUSTIN: * Shane's scrutiny turns to the will and the address, which he reaches out to take and give a quick look at. He doesn't show much concern for the contents of the will, but the address is important. "Well if you're absolutely certain, then I'll consent." He folds the papers and slips them into a coat pocket, buttoning it for security. "We'd best get our things from our room, just in case we need them." With that, he turns and starts marching down the street.