She doesn't take must notice of the stare, as she's looking down at the rest of what he got in his box. More bits and pieces of things that have to be put together. Handling them something half helpful, or even less than half, like it's a cute joke. The parallel of which sticks even harder as Thorfinn explains that his important gift can't even truly be used for the better part of half a year.

Making it a defunct sort of gift. Important. Even needed. But unable to be used currently.

Jo ends up shaking her head, with a huff of breath. "Because that makes so much sense to be sent now, then. Lets all dream of bread and baked goods, but, no, you can't actually have it. You can just hold it and think about a time when you might get to use it, if half of you aren't already dead by the time you get there."

Not that people were dying quite yet, but really she wouldn't be surprised when and if they did. Not with the creepy shit going on here.