[She'd been too lax, too used to people from this side of the mirrors hesitating to take action -- that had been her experience up until now, what she'd faced during the chess game, even when her opponents knew what had to be done to progress. His taking the initiative catches her by surprise, and she struggles to wrench herself free and lurch forward, but it's too late, and the damage has been done.
She falls to her knees, catching herself with her hands rather than collapsing to the ground entirely. The real Jo is there, ready to take back control, breathing heavily as she steadies herself. Slowly, cautiously, she sits back on her heels and looks up at Castiel, lips pressed into a thin, tired line. Clearly, it's been a rough day.]
... thank you. She really likes the sound of her own voice, doesn't she?
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She falls to her knees, catching herself with her hands rather than collapsing to the ground entirely. The real Jo is there, ready to take back control, breathing heavily as she steadies herself. Slowly, cautiously, she sits back on her heels and looks up at Castiel, lips pressed into a thin, tired line. Clearly, it's been a rough day.]
... thank you. She really likes the sound of her own voice, doesn't she?