After getting the message that there was another delivery for her, Joey wrapped a side conversation with Barry, figuring she could continue it in person later. She got dressed, having been lounging in her undergarments while the rest of her clothes were hung over the shower rod to dry, and started out of her apartment, journal tucked into the back of her jeans as she went. Someone had been trying to pretend to be Barry to pick up his delivery and she wondered if they'd known what it was or whether they had just wanted to steal something, assuming it was something useful to the general populace. Either way, it was disconcerting, because it meant there was a liar among them and sure, everybody lied once in a while, but lying about one's identity was something else entirely, especially in this particular scenario. It made her edgy all over again, like she'd felt after the conversation with Jesse about a potential mole in the commune.
Shaking it off as best she could, Joey headed down the stairs and waited in the lobby for Barry. They could both head out to look for Hansel and their supplies together, she thought, because the way things were going as of late, Joey wasn't entirely sure she felt comfortable doing anything entirely on her own anymore. It was a frustrating sort of dependence that she wanted nothing at all to do with, but she really couldn't help the way discomfort and uncertainty crept deeper and deeper into her bones with every passing day.