Nothing passes on her face that she doesn't want there. Not the barest ripple at the way he so quickly is ready to veer anywhere else but the last minute, and the only question and response that said where this started. Jo doesn't mind. Jo speaks fluent asshole and idiot and every other word under the sun that could be ascribed to a hunter.

She knows too much about the darkness that drives dangerous pride.

Jo's brows almost raise at his last question, as though to give the impression of being a little surprised to be asked. (But is she actually? Given she opened this floor, and she looks exactly like she wants to, like someone who has no clue what's around here). Some of it being true only helps that. But it's one hundred percent her life in every town she passed through back home, chasing monsters, too.

There's a normal to that, too.


And she takes a quiet pride in getting under the skin of people, as her cover, but even more as herself. In refusing to play the card, any other over-concerned and stupid citizen might themself.

"Sure, why not. Easier than getting spun around on accident, right?"

Beat. Easily. "I'm Jo."