One of the minnows, still alive if not well, flapped against her as Jo stood awfully agape at his proximity. She knew by now that for all he was built leanly, he still had the staying power of a shit brickhouse, and that wasn't helping anything. She snapped her wrist to dash and kill the fish that wanted freedom, sputtering. "Do I look like the kind of shit who hides secrets?!"

Even if she'd had one, and right now she was thinking of a lot of analogies that she didn't really want to be, she couldn't put it to mind.

And this was getting absurd. She backed up a pace, trying to gather all three slippery fish in her arms so that they wouldn't fall down her front. She looked like the only thing that was keeping her from fleeing was the fact that, even dead, they were sliding through her arms.