Jo only marginally manages not to roll her eyes, since what she did hadn't even touched anything in his house, if that was what he was calling this place, except to the air. She'd never burned down a place on accident, and he probably didn't want a number of how many places fell into the not an accident box.

"Should I take that as a request for a detailed list of all the reasons you need to watch me? That's hardly at the top."
She was much more dangerous, for many more reasons than that. Books full of them. With a codename, and no real life.



Her bare feet still stuck to the floor from the moisture in the shower and she nodded, a little uncomfortable with the knowledge that very suddenly there were about to be three (three-point-five?) more people in this space, that she didn't, as he pointed out, know her way around in much, and whom didn't know here, or would, but as a her that was supposed to be, apparently, very dead.

"Do I need to come down, or is there some room you'd like to leave me in, like a child or a small pet until you're done?"
Because social graces, what were those, when she didn't feel entirely like she was where she was meant to be.