And there she went with the prodding again. It took every ounce of control Joanie had to not launch herself at her and beat her brains out with a coffee cup. Taking in a small breath, she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. "Join the club," she said shortly as Gabby admitted to having nowhere else to go. "And I'm in deeper, besides."
She paused, clenching her jaw. She wanted to be petty. She wanted to take some kind of weird satisfaction in knowing that Gabby was probably going to be Gabby and in doing so, get herself killed or eaten. It was what the Witch would have done, after all. And Luther had said it himself - they shared traits long before she set foot in Bellum. But Luther had also said that she was good. And that meant something, too.
"Just..." She tensed, gaze on her shoes before she looked over and made eye contact with the other woman. "Be careful. Don't trust anyone at first, always stay on your toes, and don't piss off P3."