Jo can appreciate the hard lines and confidence, but she's nowhere near the girl's feelings. Perhaps, even more, rebellious towards it because other people before her have just come, given up holding that torch toward going home, and settled in. Which isn't on her goddamn docket, no matter what Dean said is going to happen to her back home.

As Jo shakes her head, the glass gets tipped at the girl, a simple gesture just in movement with no need. "Can't say as I have? Should I be keeping an eye out for him?"

Beat.

"I've only been here a few hours, so my repertoire of people is slimmer than normal right now." Jo has no doubt she'll collect names, faces, and details as quickly as they start coming at her. She's good at it. Good at people; showing them what they want to see, to get what she wants. Puzzle pieces to fit into the picture of the plan she wasn't about to put down and settle into a new place for.