Jo knocked his shoulder. Familial, or maybe just familiar. Used to having him in her space, and being in his, or just maybe to used to their mutual frustration that matched their mutual unwillingness to let it or this place beat them. Which is why he gets a peerless expression when he looks back over at her. "Of course we do."

She stepped back up on the chair, and turned around, dropping herself back on the table, almost exactly where she'd been sitting before, before centering back on him. All golden will and determined smile. If they could make it this far -- them, in that house, unable to talk and learning; everyone in this room, apart, but starting to share: "We'll have this place running in circles around us in no time."