She doesn't expect to be picked out, and not by Kol. But maybe she should have. Even if she and the vampire aren't what she would call friends, while being too alike now to be entirely enemies either, they are the only ones with long term experience being thrown into these shitstorms, with Thorfinn's few months tagged right behind them. It puts him, and his opinion, and his thoughts, and even him speaking to her, on a different level than everyone else in the room.

Jo really doesn't want to have an opinion. Her opinion is the same as when Killian asked what she thought the colored flame insignia's on the crate meant -- trouble.

"Trouble," she says it, again. With a shake of her head. "Whether it was meant as their classification of us, or our classifications of ourselves, we've managed to utterly ignore the fuck out of their rules on the colors or focus of them for weeks now. Half of us are living in houses next to other colors, or have houses with other colors living with us, and work, hunt, trade with everyone as though the colors don't matter," Jo herself, sitting there, was half black clothes and half white.

"It's more like someone is trying to demand we think about them now."
Beat. "Which makes me think we should keep ignoring the fuck out of it still."

No one get to tell her how to think, or who to choose as allies or get handed as enemies.

No one got to manipulate her into having the exact reactions and responses they wanted these people to have.