Who: Saint Joan and Saint Patrick Where: the station Patrick's at When: Thursday evening What: Damsel in distress?
So, this was alarming. Since when was Patrick waking up in random parts of New York? Truth be told, Jo was kind of freaked out by it, since black-outs sans alcohol weren't exactly normal, and Jo was fairly familiar with exactly how pop culture viewed Saint Patrick's Day. That kind of influence couldn't be good for a Saint, right?
On the subway ride over, Jo did her best to stow that kind of wild supposition, such as it was, but she couldn't completely stop her brain from working in overdrive. By the time she spotted Patrick in the distance, his grungy red hair a beacon of Irish Catholicness, there were a half-dozen discrete and complex theories roiling around in her wee French brain.
"Hey," she said by way of greeting, clapping her old friend on the shoulder and instantly offering up a bottle of water. "Fancy seeing you here."