Joe looks blankly at Liliana for a moment, then laughs. "Oz, well. Just take the mid-morning twister out of Topeka, I guess, and, uh, straight on 'til morning, little lady."
He looks at the eponymous shard embedded in the priestess's forehead with an expression of faint discomfort. He hesitates. "Lot of questions, all of you." His bedside manner could use a little work. "Not sure I've seen a jewel like that," he concedes, trying to sound casual about it. "I'd need to think about it. I've seen a lot, experienced a lot, in the past few years. Sometimes all of it in a row, not a lot of time to reflect back on it after the fact. Eventually I started writing it down, to keep it all straight, you know, a journal. And that worked at first, but... Well, might be easier to just show you."