Ella looked over her shoulder toward the woods. "We locked someone up in the woods and stole their clothing," she admitted, looking back at Joanie. "We're going to get killed," she finally said, decidedly. You should let me-
She groaned. "My tale thinks she'd do better in this time than I would. Does yours do that?" she asked, even as she looked back toward the stables Joanie had mentioned. "Did you do anything there?" she motioned to the stools. "Make stools? Use contractions? Bare your ankles? Anything?"
She was starting to imagine all the terrible, stupid things they might do to get themselves killed, which she hadn't really focused on until this moment, and she groaned. "Did you tell Ahab not to be such a policeman here?" Even more seriously. "Please tell me you took his gun away."