Jo doesn't mind. Jo's been around all sorts of men her whole life. Hundreds. Thousands. She learned how to talk to, or at least translate well enough, all of them. From well to just enough to know what they needed and stay out of their space. He'll be slotted at some point, but not this one. Not this soon. He's still new. This is all still too new. Everyone still dripping wet, and the dust on everything thick and noxious.

In fact, all it earns him is a smooth kind of smile, tossed over her shoulders. This kind of thing she can do, has done, has no problem pushing in to. No matter what it earns them, even if it's just the same as the Medietas Cookie Cutter Houses, it's informing on the situation and Jo would take anything.

"So," Jo repeats, as she starts headed for the houses. "Let's see if anyone's home, and if they aren't, if they left anything useful, to us getting out of here as soon as possible, or us being prepared for whatever the hell they want to throw at us next, behind."