Jo's already of the opinion that fits many people she saw at the base and in the city once she got here. She'd bet if she'd had to take the ride here from the military base the usual way—instead of with Dean, on his horse (yes, she's still wrapping her head about that, too)—that would be in the list, too. A ton of people in this room warranted it.

Inej's answer was affectionately fond, but it was not very helpful in the how what. Jo left her to it. If she'd wanted to say more, she would have. Or leaned into the expected repeat of the question or a delving side-one. Jo tucked the name aside to have it on hand while keeping an ear out around here. Since this was Dean's home base. Better than whatever a medieval pay-by-the-hour motel might look like, but so weird.

Jo raised her glass to Inej's last part. Truer words. "Whatever doesn't kill you—" she started it but didn't finish leaving the rest hanging—was survivable—and finished down the last swallow of her free drink.