More and more it looked like both solutions were the solution. Build a system, cover every base, check often to see if it stuck. Marco piping in about how not into being in danger he was made her shoot him a glance and roll her eyes. "As if anyone's gonna force you to become some kinda daredevil window cleaner." She whispered.
"Yeah, they're gonna want to fuck with our system, we need to keep checking the windows see if they got magically cleaned up too. I don't mind fucking with them right back and re-paint them. " Juno suggested, a wry smirk curling her lips upward. After a beat, she took a deep breath. "I volunteer for the window painting thing. If Chase makes stencils, 'cos I dunno how. If there's not enough volunteers for rounds I can cover that too, though."
She had no idea why that had been blurted out of her mouth, but there was the sinking suspicion that, judging by her increased heart-rate, she was doing this just to belong. Pathetic, sure, going to bite her in the ass later, of course. Truth be told, Juno was getting tired of having nothing to do. Other than her gym schedule there was no schedule at all and even despite her default state being 'feeling useless', right now she was starting to feel it more than usual. Of course, underneath it all was the belonging. Juno wished desperately not to give a fuck, or that it was out of the goodness of her heart and will to help the poor souls who ended up here, but that just wasn't the case.