[Jo wastes no time in locking the door behind them, breath short as she struggles to catch it, checking the lock twice before moving to check the other exit -- just in case. Half of the people responding to that broadcast were resistance members, and just like that, 'resistance' is no longer synonymous with 'safety.'

She lays her gun down atop the meeting table and starts to pace, folding her arms across her abdomen as she does so, glancing at him every few moments.]

This isn't irreversible. It's one hell of a misunderstanding, but we can fix this, we can prove--

{She cuts herself short, seeing his face still flushed and at the same time so sickly pale beneath it, panic-stricken, his hands shaking at his sides with rage, with all that anger.

She moves to take his hand without hesitation. There are no doubts in her mind, no questions to be entertained, all she knows is that this situation goes beyond gross misunderstanding, it's irresponsible and it's cruel and it has the potential to ruin an innocent man's life, just like that crap he dealt with back in Harmony.

It's not fair for them to put him through this again, to punish him for a crime he didn't commit.]

Hey... I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.