She ought to have left as soon as she noticed him — disappear like she had from his tent two months ago. And she would have, were they in Sweden. Jo would have respected the pub (and country) as his territory and left well enough alone as soon as eye contact had been made. At the very least, she would've sat in a booth hidden from his line of sight, so he didn't have to mentally deal with her presence on what was already a rough day.

But, she didn't. And he didn't. And Jo had been itching for a fight for some weeks now.

She navigated around the other rowdy patrons over to him at the bar. "You're a long way from home." Jo commented dryly as she took the free drink and toasted him.