It was sad that a friendly red head who viewed the mouth of Hell opening up and sucking them all inside as better days brought a sense of framiliarity and home to Jo but that was her life. She wasn't like most girls whose world ends when the cute boy at the bar doesn't offer his number, no, her world ended when the only friend and family she had in this damn town went and got himself possessed, again.
She moved to set the bag down on a nearby counter, a small clatter could be heard. She wasn't heavy on the weapons that could kill, namely due to the fact she didn't want to kill Sam. But there were a few jugs of holy water, a few of her favourite knives and some books.
"I'd like to keep the weapons to a minimum, I'd really prefer to get out of this with Sam alive," there was a look in her eyes though that seemed to say prefer was more of a must. Jo wasn't going to lose Sam, there was no way. She'd lost too much already. She pulled out one of the books, a large musty thing filled with symbols that Bobby had given to her for her eighteenth birthday. She flipped it open to a page, an intricate symbol. "Devil's trap," she said to Willow, glancing to her. "Demons, or at least the kind we deal with, fast and strong sons of bitches but get them in one of these and you've bought yourself some time. They can still fight back, but it makes a hell of a lot easier to perform the exorcism." She reached into her bag again pulling out a leather journal. Jo bit her bottom lip flipping to the right page and held it out for Willow. "The problem is surviving until it's all done."