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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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Rachel grins at her, moving to let Jo walk on the road while she took the grass, bare feet not doing well on the gravel. "Hey, I've been stomped, it's way overrated. Don't forget the cockroach is just one morph."

"Well, at least I didn't love my space much already," Jo said, making a face, even as she stepped on to the road, casting a glance toward the city.

They'd be wanting her sometime soon.

Dean was being an idiot about Rachel.

Dean was being an idiot.

Tobias was being difficult.

"In this city, what's to love?"

Free random alcohol, food, work, crowds, dancing, malls, sex; nothing.

"Got me. Works as a place to sleep only."

"And occasionally shop and fight."

Though the food wasn't bad.

"Sometimes."

Jo's done too much in this town in too little time.

But she's the only one who knows how much.

"I should head back in."

Rachel glances over, arching a brow. "Into what?"

"Town? My place? Sleep before they arrive at dawn with the plan to make me leave the darkness?" She maybe be smirking slightly, except it's probably true.

The smirk fades a little and Rachel nods. "Want to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before getting dragged into the car with your best friends."

She's more upset about being reminded about the job than not getting to have a girls' night.

Rachel gets semi-glare.

"I want to have gotten some sleep in three days before I'm expected to do a job properly that involves bodies and souls, yes." Beat. "Rain check for my first night back?"

Rachel blinks, surprised at the sharpness in Jo's tone.

And grins, somehow feeling better for Jo being upset.

"Sure. I'm upset about the job, Jo, not the lack of company. I could use a few days... weeks... months away from Dean."

Jo's shoved her hand back into her pockets.

But the last part trips her up, and she looks back.

"Are you thinking of taking off again? You and--?"

She'd chastise her about not calling Tobias by name, but there are bigger issues at hand. Like god yes she wants to take off and, actually no, she hasn't mentioned that to Tobias yet.

"No. Not now."

Not ever?

Jo frowned watching her face, but looked back off.

"Good."

Rachel glanced over, arching a brow.

"Wanting to hog all the good stuff?"

"I am not sure I can answer a question where you refer to your self as good stuff. It's just weird," Jo said with a baffling, smirk.

Rachel bursts out laughing.

"I meant the hunts, Jo, God."

Jo rolled her eyes, and gave her a more mock-glare than real.

"Yes, because I keep you around just for that."

"Sure isn't my winning personality," Rachel pointed out, smirking.

Jo snorted, raising her hand to her face.

"No, it's because your too hot-" to steal Dean's own foot in mouth disease. "-and I just can't live without seeing you in a week. I'm just a shallow whore like that."

"Maybe that's something you can turn on and off," Rachel sighs, tossing her hair with a vry sad sigh, "but this is a natural, God-given ability that cannot be stopped."

She paused and glanced over, grinning and unable to keep the joke. "Up until I morph, anyway."

Jo laughed, unable to not grin.

"True, that's not your best side."

"Depends on how you're judging 'best.' You'd be amazed how little effect a hair-toss has in a fight."

Steph denies you Rachel!

Jo just kept grinning. "I'd like to keep my hair, all the same."

"You're the one who threatened to cut mine off," Rachel points out, laughing. "I'm still putting yours in pigtails."

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