As Ella laid out her worst traits, Joanie grinned. "That's good," she said, perfectly content to play this game. "Because I'm cranky, snarky, and incredibly likely to rip your head off because I don't like the color socks you're wearing." Her cheerful tone suggested that she honestly didn't think that any of these traits were bad things. Clearly, everybody else was in the wrong when they whined about it.
At the proposition, she nodded. "Well I am truly honored," she said, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder. "And I like that plan." Joanie didn't do crowds. She'd survive them if necessary, but she'd never enjoy them. They made her nervous, especially with the added "witch" factor.
They began towards the edge of the town, moving smoothly through the crowd. Joanie raised a brow at the name "Ahab." Luther really got the strangest nicknames. "Yeah," she said, nodding. "The night we all ended up here, he and I ran into each other." She bit her lower lip, trying to forget the sight of him holding that gun up, expression all serious and business. "We met up with a few others and found a barn to crash in." She paused. "Have you seen anybody named Russell or Micah, by any chance?"