It means her walk will be a bit slower, but she'll take what she can get. A little information and an in already somewhere isn't a terrible way to start this trip. Maybe she'll get more out of it than she thought, letting her concern for some guy in an alley get the better of her.

"Like a job?" There's a searching kind of blandness as her gaze flits across people in this street doing that. Working jobs. The types of jobs that would make her want to stab her own eyes in with eating utensils before two weeks were out. Just being here, in this place, this world, this strange renfaire city, was nails on the chalkboard.

She had places to be. She has a real job to do.

Not this bullshit. "Not yet."

"But they keep handing out things to us," Jo says with a shrug. "Rooms, food, transport. So, it's not like I'm now starving for staples."

Fuck all, though; she'd rather it was a familiar handgun. Or a good knife.
Weapons and anything like more study clothes were going to involve some kind of work.