Jo's never been one to look at the size of an opponent and turn away due to anything like inequality. She's been having to make herself the ground she stood on, yanking it out from unexpected people, who were stupid enough to underestimate her since she was a head over the height of her parent's bar.

Given she never got much taller, she only got a lot better at the game. Both giving people reasons to underestimate her so long as it served her purposes for them to have those assumption, and then to go about shattering them, like glass tables, over people's heads. There's some part of all of that in the way she cocks her head looking at the water, considering the flailing people and the man's own thwarting suggestions.

She's had far worse odds in universes. "Could still try for it."

She'd like it better with a knife, but she was just as good with her fists and feet.