"Hey, what can I say? You mess with the bull, you get the horns," Veronica joked, making the bullhorn/devil's sign with her fingers. Joking made it not as terrible to think about what they might face inside the tower. It wasn't that Veronica was AFRAID. She knew she could handle pretty much anything, even if she wasn't so much used to battle as the aftermath. She'd held her own, even if she usually relied on wits rather than brawn, she was more than capable, especially when she was accompanied by her hunter shaped boyfriend.
Even if she knew Sam probably preferred her in a padded panic room rather than ready to ford an occupied Pott's tower, Veronica couldn't help herself. She would have gone crazy sitting at home wondering what was going on. She wasn't a sit at home kind of gal, and thankfully Sam saw that. He DID train her, hadn't he? And she was quick with her taser and with her knife. She'd be fine-even if someone pulled a gun on her, she'd likely be able to handle herself. It'd happened before, after all.
"I mean, I saw SOMETHING coming, but I didn't think full Shadow Organization Descends. Call me naive," she said, sighing and rubbing her temple. "You're right about that though-if you wanted refugees this is the perfect place."
When Sam shook his head, Veronica felt a bit cold. She knew Jo could take care of herself, but she certainly wasn't immortal. She'd come here before almost at death's door, after all. "Maybe," she said doubtfully. She gripped Sam's hand tightly and nodded.