Beauty's hand came up to cover her mouth as Jo very calmly described wounding someone. The other one followed when she mentioned how one shouldn't be left to 'bleed out.' It was a phrase she had never heard before, and it left very little to the imagination. She hoped she'd never have to hear it again.
The shade of green she wore now was horribly unbecoming. When wide brown eyes found the hilt of the gun, she seemed to shrink back into the couch. She may have briefly entertained the idea, but Jo's description stripped all desire to follow through.
Quickly shaking her head at the offer, she mumbled through her fingers a strained, if very proper, "No thank you!"