Nick's protective gesture was almost sweet, and Joanie couldn't help wondering what was in this kid to inspire him to do such a thing. He looked worn out, so why would he put himself out there this way? However, when the man began to talk, Joanie found herself more and more rooted to the spot. "Don't let him frighten you, child!" the Witch barked in her mind. "You have nothing to fear from these common folk!"
"These common folk have numbers and fire," she replied nervously, gulping as Georgy mentioned a witch hunt. "Oh God," she thought with fear, doing her best to mask the panic that was creeping up inside her. "I should've been more careful. I should've thought things through." She paused. "Are they after the others?" Clearly they knew of the Beast, but what of Shere Khan? She had to find Sam and warn him. But right now, she was stuck, staring at Georgy and exercising all her restraint to not run.
She and Ella exchanged a brief glance that Joanie didn't like at all. "Don't concede!" the Witch shrieked. "You're better than this, dear! You're stronger than them!"
Joanie's gaze darted around the village, then back to Georgy, and she did her best to put on a confidant face. "Okay. What do you want from us?" "I'm not the only one here. Nobody is dying on this trip, damnit."