[Of course, Jo's too stubborn for that, and shakes her head while trying not to lean too heavily on him. Thankfully, he hasn't seen the blood soaking through her jacket yet.] I'll rest after we burn this sonovabitch. Now, it's personal. [Cocking her gun so another round slips into the chamber, she catches sight of a corner that looks newly painted over, and nods to it.] There. I bet you twenty bucks the bones are there.