Oh. There're the kitten claws she expected earlier. Kaz shifts, his mouth and posture all knife blade, and maybe it'd be something more—mean more to Jo—if he was a decade or two older. More grizzled. Had seen far more than she assumed of that pretty, sharp face of his. She's pricked first blood, and it's amusing as it is disappointing.

Inej's scoff and tiny snap surprise Jo, but she gives the girl a nod. Surprised but respectfully acknowledged. She's right, and it seems Dean's been free with what it all entailed. It's not what Jo meant, but then Jo's a big enough girl to know she meant a lot of things by choosing those words, that example, that tone. Her answer wasn't solely about the question; it'd still scored several rejoinders from the table.

"You should listen to her." Leaned back in the booth. "Because she's not wrong. Fairy tales, bedtime stories, mythology, religion, questionably insane literature. All the stories come from somewhere, were inspired by something, and the monster at the seed of each one is just as real, just as hungry, and wants everyone just as dead."