Jo lets him set the pace without looking stilted or impatient. Blame the once bartender in her, or the thoughtless mimicry of slipping into roles whole on a hunt, interacting with 'normal' people, so as not to arouse any suspicion. He's not wrong. She does need money. There are a number of things.

"I find everything about this place suspicious." There's no hesitance in it or blunting of its razor edge. No apology in the whole cloth judgment — and under that whole cloth rejection — of it. "Pulling people naked out of portals and asking them to play soldier is indenturing no matter how you spin it."

She didn't believe the mess about how they could choose not to fight. Even if she was just waiting to show someone exactly what she thought of that and how much of a fucking fight she'd put up before any of them made her do anything.