Jo's mood today wasn't any better than it had been yesterday, or the day before...or ever, since this had started. Sure, Cloelia's words might have cheered her up a bit for a while, but that had long since worn off and now she was right back at morose. Misery visibly splattered across her features the werewolf sat against someone's fence, legs pushed up to her chest as she rested her chin on her knees. No one had talked to her in hours, and she hadn't talked to anyone either. There was no point. No one knew anything, she couldn't see anything, and there were too many people. She was just waiting, like everyone else.
On one of the rare occasions in which Jo looked up, she saw a familiar face looking around, the same lost puppy expression he always had. The slightest hint of a smile flashed across Jo's face before her brow went right back to furrowing in worry and tiredness. "Sam." She called faintly, waving in his direction.