[Breaks the slowtime nonexistent rules and bends them to her will. Mwahahah....um, err, I mean..I wuv woo? *innocent look*]

Jo doesn't like the building, half broken open and crumbling.

But she walks up the stairs, with a bored semi-frown, determined.

There's a backpack today, slung over one shoulder, hanging low against her ass. Her hair is still wet at the bottom of the curls and her clothes are, well, as neat as one can ever get with a hunter finding a fight every day.

At the rustle from the far side, her hand reflexively curls back to rest against the gun in the back of her jeans. She inched forward until she could see what was making the noise.

Her hand relaxed, but not her posture.

"So you're back."

Now if only the edges of her lips wouldn't quirk upward when she said that.