Ignoring that last inebriated comment (which, at any other time, would have been part of a vaguely amusing scene to watch), she took a good, long moment or two to consider her options.

Option Number One, of course, was her fail-safe. Leaving. That was generally her favored strategy of self-preservation. Distance was the only way to guarantee security. After all, even the most advanced of bullets had a limited range; all you had to do was get out of it.

Or so the theory went. In reality, it tended to cause more problems than it solved. And, somehow, she got the feeling that, no matter how tempting, it'd be impossible to run from this.

Not to mention that it'd be hard to get very far under the current circumstances.

Which, of course, led her to Option Number Two. Staying and continuing to pretend that nothing was wrong. Given the way she'd just slipped, it wasn't ideal. But this was nothing she couldn't handle, right? She'd survived worse, hadn't she?

And whatever the truth was, it wasn't Jo's fault.

She let out a quiet breath. "I will."