Jo doesn't notice the appraise, or if she does, she doesn't react to it much. She used to people doing it. Especially people who are her peers and brand new to these kinds of situations. She made that happen by putting a gold star in the center of her forehead the first day, and it's all she can do to just let it ride.

"Yeah, Jo." She keeps it even, keeps it calm. "It was Emma, right?"

Not that she needs to ask. She remembers that part well enough, even though they knew each other. Her face is vaguely familiar without being specifically familiar. She just trundles it all together, keep her words flowing. "--And, sure. I like the idea of knowing more about just what we're up against here, and maybe it's all pieced together."