[ Jo's smirk is her only announcement she won't recant in the slightest. The curve of it widens, tucking in more at the sound of the laugh he gives at it. It's the only kind of laughter you get out on blood-soaked streets unless you're mental. And Jo chooses her partners, even the momentary ones, with more care than that.

She'd rather not need to worry about taking someone else down as well as the monster.
Jo followed beside him, switching sword hands and circling her wrist to stretch it briefly. ]

I'm pretty sure if there's a mold for anything of this, yours is already broken.