Nonchalantly, Jo reached out and put a hand on his arm. When she looked over at him, there was a fire in her brown eyes. "Then we make sure she doesn't. We protect Sam from himself and Ruby," she replied. "We do what we have to. We'll be ready when shit hits the fan." Or they would die trying. Oddly enough, death didn't frighten her before and it didn't frighten her now. Not when there were good people involved that she could save.