JO's lips press together and she glares at Sparhawk. She's not so much glaring at him because she's mad at him, more so because she's mad he kinda has a point.
Which sucks.
Seriously.
She frowns and looks away, her hands still on her hips. "Alright, so maybe I should have been smart enough to get off the field on my own," she admits - almost pouting as she does so. "BUT, dude, you just can't go hauling the women on this ship off the battlefield.... Unless they're really dying or something." OK, see? She added the something in there.
"And...I'm kinds sorry that I kicked up in the nuts. It wasn't cool."
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Which sucks.
Seriously.
She frowns and looks away, her hands still on her hips. "Alright, so maybe I should have been smart enough to get off the field on my own," she admits - almost pouting as she does so. "BUT, dude, you just can't go hauling the women on this ship off the battlefield.... Unless they're really dying or something." OK, see? She added the something in there.
"And...I'm
kindssorry that I kicked up in the nuts. It wasn't cool."