Jo almost says she could have gotten it, but she doesn't. She gets he's probably got some pride he wants to recoup. Her boys would. Plus, they've got a nice thing going here so far, and Jo's got more to place on the bet that's making a contact than potentially insulting him and ending the whole.

She walks through casually, tossing him back a smile. It's all determination, and a little wildness, when the words roll out easy and expansive as anything, "Please. Let them try."

It's the face of a girl who'd rather go down fighting than get on her knees for anyone. The kind who already betrayed all that was family and foundation just to be herself. If she could take on her mother, no one in this new weird place could make her do a thing.

From there, it's a survey of the place again. So weirdly rustic.