How annoying. The ministry was known for its secrets, such was the natural way of things. However, such truths didn't negate the needs and curiosities of the civilians. Jo bit the inside of her lip as she considered whether she had any worthwhile advice to share. "That's frustrating." She agreed once realizing she had nothing. Curses were, after all, very much not her forte.

Despite her lack of experience in preparations for long journeys, Jo didn't imagine finding crew members willing to submit to such a lengthy journey. Even she, for all her wanderlust and carefree attitude, would have to consider the repercussions for leaving for so long. Especially in light of recent circumstances. Still, Jo couldn't foresee any future where she didn't join Captain Darrow. Sailing off into the unknown, into treacherous seas sounded more like a dreamlike fantasy than reality to her. The Smith's would have to forgive her, just as they had these past four years.

Like magic, a full, frothy glass of beer was placed before her and the empty one removed. Jo smiled appreciatively at the waiter and took a small sip of it, narrowly avoiding a mustache made of foam. Really, she ought to have stopped drinking two glasses ago, but she couldn't be bothered. It wasn't as though she was drunk &mdash, just pleasantly tipsy. "A lengthy endeavor. Sounds like we — you should start planning." She blushed slightly at the slip and dropped her gaze to the foam once more. The rosy hue on her cheeks could easily be blamed on the alcohol if someone dared to ask. "Forgive me...I get carried away sometimes."