She stood motionless watching him leave through the parted sea. If not for the eyes shifting from his departing form to her and back to him again, Jo would've been content to let hin disappear out the door and out of her life. As it was, the patrons watching her almost expected her to go running after him.

Jo drained whatever whiskey remained in her glass and hurried after him. Rumors were likely already swirling about the two of them, so she couldn't call out for him to stop. Instead, Jo followed him as best she could as he walked (presumably) towards his flat. Holsten had just turned onto a quieter street when she was finally close enough to call him without shouting. "Hol." She called, hoping the familiarity would be enough to make him stop. Why she was still chasing after him she didn't quite know. Maybe she simply didn't want to lose his friendship as she was certain she'd lost Zelda's.

"You don't get to be angry about me leaving to care for my family. You just don't." She said as soon as he'd turned towards her. "She's my sister. Anyone else and I wouldn't have left like that, and you know it."