"No one's going to tell you why you, or me—" or Lucifer; Jo doesn't finish, managing to keep something in her mouth. She was a little torn on whether she should or not. If she should leave it to; if she can actually trust it to Dean given he didn't tell her until Lucifer was up their grill in the middle of a foreign oblivion pitch dark forest. "Or anyone else was picked"

Jo settles for giving Dean his first conversation, maybe a day,
but she's not going to be anywhere near complicit in a month.

"There's a whole lot that goes into how and where we are with it all." Jo tightened and loosened the hold of her hands with her crossed arms. Just enough to give her something to move without entirely moving, nothing that shifts her posture. "We're out this place called Cadens. Mag Inn inside the city, a version of the Roadhouse—" Yeah, if she says it without pausing, it doesn't help she glance to a side for it. "—in the Horizon, which is a whole other crazy trip you're in for."