The mention of Bellum's nightmare ability made Joanie nod enthusiastically. "Christ alive, is it good at that." Remembering the last Full Moon, she flinched slightly. She had always feared Javert, but that night had been, hands-down, the worst in her entire life. Only Bellum would take her best friend and give him a convincing reason to want to kill her in cold blood.
She nodded as Hannah commented on her luck. The only question was how long would it last? "Yeah, it should help..." But all the magic in the world couldn't fix how royally fucked-up this entire situation was. Being able to turn forks into spoons only went so far. At the question of her fate now that they were all homeless bums, she nodded slightly. "I've got a cousin in the city. I'm kind of expecting him to put up me, Luther, and Sam for a day or two while we figure out what the hell to do." She paused. "Do you have somewhere to go? If you need a night's sleep, you can come with us."