Oddly enough? It's those first few words that makes a muscle in Jo's cheek flutter, before her mouth curves into a smile. She appreciates the humor of the lie. It's the kind of thing a hunter would say, had said a million times. A deflection made of an innocent absolutely useless comparison to nothing of the sort from the question.

Maybe that's what makes it easier to laugh, even at the buildings coming closer to them. It's a dry laugh. Amused without being amused at all. Rye and dry and hilarious. Clipped razor sharp right at the edge, like that isn't even a surprise. Nor, to her, is the way she says, "No."

Clipped razor sharp at its edge, too. Over tired, and over positive. "But there are a lot of people who think I am."
And by a lot of, she meant every single other person she'd ever met from beyond her time from her world.