Jo shoots a look that way, but sometimes she has to remember, too. It's not everyone that knows, unless she or someone else tells them. Not everyone here was there the day in the Inn when she told them she'd been through this rodeo a handful of times for more years than she'd ever care to truly clarify. He wasn't there, then, and it's an odd feeling in her bones.

Torn between clarifying, and silence, and the notion there's no point, given it's common knowledge for more than half of them.

Still, the words roll out of her mouth, as she watches the area start thinning out for them. Closer, and closer. "Which sort of thing? Trundling through the dark, creepy, woods with tall, dark and handsome strangers--" There's a bit of a smirk tossed his way for the abject mocking, even glistening with sweat and the days walking, before it rolls on just as heedlessly of any sincerity. "--or what? Mapping? Planning? This place?"