Well. That's not awkward or anything. Jo's totally not rubbing at her neck and waiting for them to finish having their moment there. Since it's not like she fell into their bed or anything. Probably while they were potentially already busy and up to what people got up to. In bed. With clothes. Where people did not usually fall out of the sky on to you, suddenly. Which the thought of made her look up, but there was nothing else there.

The blank ceiling was blank and mostly dark, as Sam started talking to her again. Making her look over.

"I was in a fight." There's a second her gaze tracks back to the fox, but Sam chose to have her stay and he knew what that could meant. She had to, too. Still she was careful. Because there were oaths, and then there were oaths. "There were three of them, and I was trying to get Gillespie out before the worst of it could hit him. It was his first night in the field. At one their functions."

his their gets a faintly beleaguered pressure and look, like he'd understand.
Minstry functions. Faults of the job, like glass in your shoe, but you did it. For the job.