When Erran called Simms to tell 'his side' of the story Juno felt a a knot forming in her throat. For a second, while he started, Juno wasn't sure if she was going to throw up. She wasn't looking at Simms, though, keeping her eyes on her hands. Picking on her skin, making little scratches and scabs she didn't even notice.
She was listening, however. To every word, every bullshit excuse, every way in which he said she was leading him on. How he had just lost his head, how he just wanted to know if he could rape her as if that made him any better, as if the rage of waking up in Zenith made any of those things any better.
Juno started to laugh softly, yet there was a bitterness to her expression None of this mattered anyway. They were never going to get rid of him as long as he kept causing trouble; it was probably why They had brought him in in the first place. They seemed to know everything about everyone, so They had to have known he'd behave like this. And this was all fake anyway, and in no time they would all wake up back in that gorgeous hell hole of a house. She realized that the wild card, even if she got it before anybody else wouldn't get rid of him, They would manage to wiggle out of that and offer some bullshit deal instead. The get out of jail was the way to go. And if she couldn't get it, well, it was only a matter to keep training until she was ready then make him come at her.
Would he try to mess with her and her friends in the meantime? Absolutely. Juno had no doubts about that. But now that she fully expected it, maybe she could try to get past it. Maybe she could even come out okay of the also fully expected situation where she'd wake up in a locked room with him. She hadn't been able to fight before, but survival was the only thing she'd accomplished successfully, even They said so. It might sound meaningless to Them, but then again They could go fuck themselves. He was only one dude one shitty violent dude who thought she was dirt. Not only did she have experience with those, it probably meant he would never expect her to retaliate. And he was going to be shocked.
"Fuck it" she murmured, the calming effect of the chemicals in her blood stream allowing her for more clarity than she would have expected. Juno no longer knew what the hell was going on around her, but at least she had gotten pretty certain that she didn't care anymore either. She had people, maybe, and she had herself and that had always been what mattered. She turned to Cecilia. "Call me to the stand, C. And when I'm done, when you realize I'm done, ask me about the meeting."