Even if she'd lost most of her strength to her food poisoning, Celena's slaps were still a thing of jolting precision. Jo rocked, alright, but she also stopped yowling like a rusty gate under heavy torsion. She blinked so blearily she looked like she'd been under some heavy sedation, but her gaze focused on Celena again after a few moments. "Wh.. h... what the fuck's happening, are we safe?! Where are they?!"

She seemed to get ahold of herself all of a sudden, and circling around Celena like a mantling dog, she whipped her head around through the haze of black and looked up and down the branch, up at the half-fallen tree, into the hole that led to the bathing room; she looked like she was ready to throw someone over the side of the tree and down several floors to their doom. It was only when she couldn't spot anyone in their immediate vicinity that she whipped her attention back on Celena and looked her over; she looked like roadkill, but she didn't look threatening. "We're going inside," Jo decided forcefully, taking Celena by the wrist.