Jo is too quiet, too still, for maybe a beat too long, even while they are still walking.
She doesn't think anyone, anywhere, has ever asked her that question.

Made her think about in specifically that way. Whether it was a punishment of someone who didn't like her. And, while the Archangel could do this, if he got the extent of his powers back from the Medietas lock box cage, he had no reason for this. The people she slept with on the spur of the moment didn't usually chunk her into other universes.

No one there. No one in the Apocalypse. Those were fast thoughts. Followed by. But. . .in the Hell Dimension. . .

There's was an odd knit to her jaw. "No one where I came from before here, and now."