[ Jo's not out in the open, but close as she might get to it, as she braced for the appearance of the car. Or whatever else the fuck might appear, sounding like a car. The moment of reminder, things in the Horizon, in the Labyrinth, turned and twisted right now; even simple assumptions can be deadly. Her grip on her sword tightens as it gets close enough it'll break cover in seconds.

But then it's a car, and it's slamming across the roots and underbrush she'd been so careful to move through quietly, and there's a guy—some random guy, again—throwing open a door and telling her to run for it like there's fire behind her, and she hasn't noticed yet. She doesn't need a second order, but even as she thinks that and is bolting for the open door: she hears it.

There's a weird wrenching sound like something being pried open and then roaring. Jo's heard enough angry, monsters to know the chilling sound of something that's recognized you. Whether that 'you' is her or a super loud car, hey, that's not kibble she needs to split. Jo's feet are moving, and she's only got her eyes on the door. Throwing herself into the passenger seat with a tumble of petite and blonde hair and gleaming wicked silver sword more than half the height of her while already yelling at the new guy: ]

Go, go, go, go!