It gets the faintest tug from one side of her mouth. "I would put them back." Maybe.

Maybe, is what that almost-a-smile, that doesn't quite touch her eyes, says.



"Yeah. I'd like that." Jo considered after a second. Passing on the choice to just deflect into food. She really would rather be in jeans, and clothes, and shoes, and other things that fit correctly. Especially since she didn't know what would be coming at her from what side in this place yet.