[It's been awhile since Jo has been back to the hideout, to be honest. This is the first time she's been here since Valentine's Day, and a part of her had been dreading seeing the inside of it all over again. She'd gone so far as to start hosting her private self defense lessons elsewhere in the mansion, using the closets to get the equipment she needed rather than pulling from the resistance's stockpile, but she always knew she'd have to come back sooner or later.
It helped, some, that there were so many people here. It kept her from staring at the spot on the floor near the roundtable and conjuring up memories of the pool of blood and the body that had been sprawled in the middle of it then.
There are new faces. She decides to focus on that, instead. The previous Dean had trusted her with combat training, in coaching anyone who didn't know how to use a weapon and making damn sure every member of the resistance could defend themselves. He may not be calling the shots anymore, but she'd still like to think she's suited for the job -- she'll do what she can. She's seen too much of what's waiting for them if they don't get on their game.
The best place to start tonight? Get to know the new recruits.
She offers a cautious smile as she approaches Natasha near one of the weapon cabinets, extending her hand and offering it to shake.]
Hey. I'm Jo -- don't think we've met?
[Events where she wasn't herself didn't count, she was pretty sure, though the woman's face was at least vaguely familiar thanks to the fabricated memories from the last one.]
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It helped, some, that there were so many people here. It kept her from staring at the spot on the floor near the roundtable and conjuring up memories of the pool of blood and the body that had been sprawled in the middle of it then.
There are new faces. She decides to focus on that, instead. The previous Dean had trusted her with combat training, in coaching anyone who didn't know how to use a weapon and making damn sure every member of the resistance could defend themselves. He may not be calling the shots anymore, but she'd still like to think she's suited for the job -- she'll do what she can. She's seen too much of what's waiting for them if they don't get on their game.
The best place to start tonight? Get to know the new recruits.
She offers a cautious smile as she approaches Natasha near one of the weapon cabinets, extending her hand and offering it to shake.]
Hey. I'm Jo -- don't think we've met?
[Events where she wasn't herself didn't count, she was pretty sure, though the woman's face was at least vaguely familiar thanks to the fabricated memories from the last one.]