It was probably a bad sign that Joanie had a hard time answering that question. Really, it should have been easy for her to just pick up and go somewhere less likely to get her killed. But before she dwelt too much, she realized that Gabby was just pushing things back to her. She was passing the buck.
"Like I said," she started, voice fairly quiet. "It's convenient." Her mouth formed a grim line as she reached up, brushing her fingers self-consciously over the bridge of her nose. A bit of powder stuck to her fingertips as she drew her hand back, curling it into a fist at her side. "It's been more normal since..." Her breath hitched as she recalled the smell of the fire and blood. "...mid-June," she finished. "Maybe it's putting on a show for you."