Joanie snorted. "I hear you," she said, leaning against the bar and peering around for the bartender. "Sometimes you just have to get out of there. Because if you don't..." She paused, wrinkling her nose. "Well. Look what happened to that Trenton guy." Seeing him unconscious and chained to the well had been more disturbing than she had wanted to admit to herself. Sure, she didn't know the guy, and sure, she didn't really care what happened to him because he killed a kid. But it was such an eerie image, so painfully real that it burned her brain.
Voice rising over the noise, she nodded. "You got that right! Good company's better than wild any day." Just as she was about to start waving around for the bartender, he approached. "Hey I'll have a Bud." She glanced over at Isobel. "What d'you want?"