"Jo." No hesitation. Nothing to it really. Even though it's a strange though. After thinking about how no one knows her, and how much she has to prove herself, what comes next is what came last. How strange it is, to have to tell someone her name. The smallest thing. When not even an hour ago, she owned a bar with her family name that everyone was starting to know where.

That everyone associated with Jo Harvelle, even if it was just generally to ask if Jo was the small, angry, woman they'd just met.

"It's all overgrown," Jo said, even if silence was better. Surprise, was better. Sneaking up, was better. So was having any kind of weapon. Maybe if she was lucky the guy next to her knew how to fight, and not just how to swim and use broken English. She didn't ask or assume of people they were willing to be walking weapons. She just didn't want to end up worrying about protecting him either. "Old looking."