"I didn't mean to imply that you might..." Jo quickly backtracked with a sheepish expression. "Sorry." She was just... Warning him. You never knew, and it was always better to stay on the safe side sometimes.

She pointed out various areas on their way to their destination, but kept the chit chat to a minimum mainly because she didn't want to experiance another moment of open mouth - insert foot. Foot didn't taste all that good.

"So, here we are," Jo said as they approached the entry way to the weapons and possessions locker. "You might have to dig through stuff to find your things. Oh, and watch out. There's been reports of a fuzzy furball with sharp teeth on the loose in there."