Jo's adjusted, as much as she going to get adjusted to kidnapped and put up, which isn't to say much or more than vaguely grateful, but alive and in one piece, and with that out of the way, and nothing else to keep her like she was in Shatter, or the Hellverse, she's bored. Which has been building. Through the door beating, stockpiling, research doing.

Leading her to a thought she's not even sure she's in love with. It was like waking up with a yoke.
It's glass under her bare foot as much as it's a time focus, and who knows, maybe even a good thing.


It puts her wandering all of the islands, in search of a building today. Walking around, most of the time with her eyes higher than where more people are walking. Or off to the far sides of them, either at what's right next to her, or what's a road, or two, or a square over.