You were staying at the waystation with Georgina, Hemithea, better known as Emmie, and Josephine or Jo. You were enjoying yourself, despite all the chores, now you find yourself hunched over the toilet, deep in thought and retching. Not what you expected. You squint your eyes and couch, brushing your hair out your face and reaching for toilet paper to clean your face, nothing. You were just reaching for thin air. You groans. The door handle behind you jiggles open and in walks a tall and brawny, older woman, Jo. “Hey.” She says. She offers you a fresh roll of toilet paper. You clean your lips and face. Josephine helps you into a sitting position on the toilet. She pulls out a cloth from her coverall pocket. She wet it in the sink and begins to clean the sides of your face you missed and you felt quite thankful for that. She treated you the way she treated Georgina, or one of her mechanical crossbow turrets. She offers you a hand “Let’s get you outta here.” She grinned with her affable killing machine smile.