Jo watches it all. The response, followed by what almost seems like some kind of inner monologue, some flicker of thought Jo can't even guess what are, pressing her mouth together, before the question. Jo can't fault her, not even as much as she hates more people arriving and how this doesn't feel any more right on this world than on any other. The beginnings are always the worst. No one wants to be told your stuck, no one knows why or who, but good luck with staying alive.

"The very first." Jo decided on, though the words carry no bravado. "Everyone came exploding up and tumbling out after me."

Sometimes she wondered if that mattered, but not really.
It never mattered when people arrived first, last, the hundreds in-between.
It was just an odd fact in among all the rest of them about this place. "I'm Jo."

Jo, the girl who kept to herself. Jo, the girl who dragged Thorfinn home behind her.
Jo, who already gave up on her scrubs top, in favor of the tank top under it and stopped caring.
She hadn't shown this much of her sigiled-skin in years, but she'd given up on the kidnapper clothing.