Cagey...Cautious. It doesn't matter because it's all personal. The bad blood between them is still caustic and Teagan can't let her guard down for a minute. Not when she has nothing, not when she's staring down another dose of impending doom.
Their last meeting had ended unexpectedly but they both know that one of them would have ended up dead. It probably would have been Jo. Teagan has the advantage then but she doesn't anymore. She's broken. Much the same way Jo had been when they had stumbled onto each other at the junkyard.
The day has worn on and Teagan is worn out. When the ditch bitch strikes it isn't hard to knock the knife from her trembling fingers. Luck and muscle memory is the only thing that saves T from getting her bell rung. She has enough experience to duck and the fist misses by only a sliver. She turns quickly, unable to see the knife she's dropped in the sludgy light of the tunnel and she curses. She doesn't have time to pick it out and off of the floor. She goes for her gun instead but she's wasted seconds and by the time it's out of her holster, Jo is already making her next move.