It wasn't as though this was a test, but by keeping quiet while they walked Jim was actually racking up points for Juno. She had no idea why that was an expression, why the points were a thing, where they were going. But there it was.
Two hours, though, that took a toll. Without her faithful ponytail holder Juno's hair was gluing to the back of her neck and temples from the sweat she had built up. She was hungry, not having had dinner last night - she'd have to thank Marco for forgetting that one too, later - and for the first time since she had woken up here, Juno was beginning to actually want to go home. Not that she enjoyed being here, but up until now, it had just been on principle; they had committed a number of violations against personhood and whatever else. However, to balance that out, her room was bigger than the entire apartment she lived in, she didn't have to pour drinks for drunken assholes that looked to have been shit out by the same factory where her dad had been sprung up fully formed to fuck with her life, she didn't have to worry about food or clothes or bills... In some sick way, some things had improved. Right now, though, she found herself actually missing whatever amalgamate of shitty places and shittier people she called home, always using the term very loosely.
Jim wasn't the only one to find the intersection familiar; she and Lennon had gotten here when they had gone looking for the missing people before, and found Reginald and Kiley in Pavo's - which was one of the three buildings off to the left. When they stopped, Juno drew a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply. She could really use some water. "We're close, that's Pavo's and the library there. I don't know where the gallery is, and neither do you, so we need to go street to street until we find out." She eyed the priest. "I'm fine. I just wanna get this over with. You?"