Jo keeps remembering how young they are. It's more telling with the two of them together. Especially when they banter between themselves, protective and corrective, in both directions. Familiar, and she has to wonder if they realize just how obvious they are with so little attention paid. Not that Jo would consider her skills at reading people anything around normal. But it is, to her, at least.

Jo wrinkles her nose, and she lets it roll out the way she knows he doesn't expect her to answer like she was talking to anyone who already knew the question they asked and the answer. "I mean, if I have to, but it's a pain. All that blood and ash just gets everywhere once they implode. It's hard as hell to get out of your clothes. I'd take 'em over nothing, but they aren't exactly a preference."

She likes her monsters more monsters. When they're actually people, and they are still making these stupid choices, it just takes whatever minuscule faith she had in normal people and kicks that bucket even lower down the rungs.