While Jo didn't like being compared to the ministry (a grey place with even greyer people) she supposed she couldn't hold it against him given the recent news. She too would be reliant upon dark humor to survive such unfortunate circumstances. It was one thing to remain stationary somewhat willingly, it was a complete other to be trapped due to the failings of external forces. Were she in his shoes she would harass the employees until being forcibly removed, and even that might not be sufficient. Where there's a will there's a way.

Jo knocked whatever remaining dust off her dress and moved further away from the fireplace. Her attention immediately drawn to the nautical charts opposite her. Sailing had never been her forte, but it wasn't because of a lack of interest. Most captains fought her to remain on certain decks at certain times. Whether it was because of superstition or not wanting the crew to become distracted she generally didn't fight it. She was simply happy to be aboard at all.

"I'm okay, thanks." She said as she glanced back towards him. "How do you read those?" Jo asked abruptly, gesturing towards the charts.