The reaction to a shouting voice will always be the same. Snapback harder, and with Jo's heart rate already gone through the roof and kept going, she turned too fast, like this was a fight, and came up with Kaz's face. The kid from the alley. From the Inn. Inej's name on a bobbing lantern. All of those things and the shadow of this expression from the booth.

Jo's hands go up, palm out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—I—"

Except she did. She did, she did, she did. It's still there floating in her vision, her face all bleeding open sores and split muscle, gaping into holes where there's so much less than even a half inch there. "There was—fuck. I don't even know. Something wrong."