Jo has no qualms with it. Dean's made it clear he's not going to let her hunt until she's through his list of desert trivia and monsters the size of a house book. She's not going to bartend in this place, and her skills have never been fitted to the inside of a city. Which puts them at an impasse, and he gets to pay her for her patience, if nothing else.
It's a good question, and not one Inej gets at this bar, given how she pauses before answering. The worthwhile things she needs to know aren't going to be in niceties, in free drinks, and friendly flirting with random people. She needs to know the backbone of the beast she's been thrown on top of. If she knew who to demand the answers of, and she trusted them in the slightest, she'd already be there.
Jo's face wrinkles at the words as she reads them across the bar.
"That is still so fucking weird."
Jo frowns at it and supposes—even amid the complaint about it—that she might as well, right? Her fingers were on her second glass but not pulling it up yet. She studied Inej's words and instead focused on Dean, wherever he happened to be at that moment.
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It's a good question, and not one Inej gets at this bar, given how she pauses before answering. The worthwhile things she needs to know aren't going to be in niceties, in free drinks, and friendly flirting with random people. She needs to know the backbone of the beast she's been thrown on top of. If she knew who to demand the answers of, and she trusted them in the slightest, she'd already be there.
Jo's face wrinkles at the words as she reads them across the bar.
"That is still so fucking weird."
Jo frowns at it and supposes—even amid the complaint about it—that she might as well, right? Her fingers were on her second glass but not pulling it up yet. She studied Inej's words and instead focused on Dean, wherever he happened to be at that moment.
𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝟙 𝟚 𝟛