Jo turned, putting the plates on the table, a shrug even as she said, "Normal."

It didn't really clarify, even if it still gave more than she liked. There were things that would never leave her and like to plague her subconcious because it was the only playground she could not will them away from until she was awake and in charge of her own head again. Bad was such a subjective term all this longer.

There's a speculative consideration, before Jo does ask, "How bad?"