Joanna had followed along with the group, without saying a word. She walked placidly, absently, as though she were sleepwalking. In her head however, her thoughts were weaving. What had she accomplished with the bounty hunters? Not a damned thing. She hadn't gotten close to the target, did nothing to assist them, and they hadn't even been able to save the dryad's target. She had absorbed the soul and felt enervated by it, but it might as well have been fed to her. The group had been better off with the stranger with the cat ears than with her. As they reached the bounty office, she began to wake up a little, and her expression darkened. As the others went to cash in for their reward, she gravitated towards the notices on the wall.