Bellum had turned everything on its head. Normally, Joanie took little comfort in physical gestures. But now, as Sam wiped away her tears and Luther softly patted her back, she found herself strangely comforted. Leaning her head against Sam's shoulder for a moment, she stared at the raging fire that was once their home while both men began to discuss getting out of there. When the matter of cars came up, she pursed her lips. "I have my motorcycle," she said softly. "I'll lead us there, it's not far. You two follow."
As Luther asked if they wanted to find people, she tensed. This was the end, wasn't it? They would go their separate ways, and she'd never see these people again. Hell, even Luther wasn't a sure thing. He had traveled across country before Bellum, getting in his van and just disappearing. What if he did that again? And what if Sam decided that, now that they were no longer neighbors, he wanted to go elsewhere as well?
Butterflies collided in her stomach as she nodded, looking at Luther with wide eyes. She couldn't go without seeing a few key people. "Okay," she said softly. "We'll...meet back here in like half an hour?" Nodding, she looked up at Sam for confirmation before pulling away from them both. Giving Sam's hand a final squeeze, she turned and walked away.