As much as Jo has appreciated some things about the Horizon in the past, there're those times that make the whole thing suspect, another version of its own kind of torture chamber they can get trapped in and be unable to control or leave. The Maze and her double-lived death wave at her hazily from some distant shore. Too far. Too close. Too blown wide open on its hinges.

(She's supposed to die saving him.)

There's the tilt of a nod that she'll ask.
Not now. Maybe not Cas first, either.
But eventually. People.

The rest she tries to press through the cloying, clawing sensation that she's drowning on the air itself, unmoored from anything, even as the shell beneath them remains perfectly steady save for the strokes of its swimming. "Do you think it was that close?