(The monetary value of it is considerably low at the moment, its true.)


"Like I'm going to let some random person wander around with a loaded gun?" Rachel hisses. Tense, but not yet moving. Not morphing.

Admittedly, the chances that Jo trapped them in here just to screw around and is planning on shooting her makes... little to no sense. But maybe it isn't Jo. Or maybe Jo is just a little off. The possibilities are endless, really.