Jo isn't expecting that, and maybe even just how much she isn't, shows for a few seconds. Because she doesn't even hunker back down to searching right away. It's not the kind of thing people say when grilling her for being too many places and knowing too many things, all of which don't help anyone, no less herself out with where she happens to be standing now. Those like her, even extrapolating, that's never the kind of things they'd say either.

They don't think of home, when they give up home for the road. But Jo'd always had the life, no road, and the Roadhouse.
Until she had no home, and the road, and Milliways. And then none of them. And then the shadow of one ripped home; family.
And just again. Finally making that choice. Building something, that even if it wasn't a home, had been something more, hadn't it.


To hook under her rib cage and pull so hard at his words.

"Sure." Jo rubbed scratched her wet fingers in her hair. "Something like that."