How was she? Alive. Uncursed. No potential of death in the immediate future. Jo was fine. She had the unfortunate pleasure of discovering her best friend had been lying to her for three years, but even that felt trivial in comparison. Besides, Jo could hardly talk about Holsten without mentioning the physical aspect to their relationship, and she didn't want Alfred to know about it. Not when Jo was wholly uncertain of what there was between them.

"I'm okay. Mars is still needing my help in the shop, which I hate but I can hardly say no to a grieving pregnant widow. Earth had this whole spiel about me not disappearing, as though I ever had. All mediocre family crap, mostly." She rambled as she sat on the edge of his bed. Having worked all day sitting was decidedly nice.

She fiddled with the seam of her dress as she pondered what to talk about, when suddenly it struck her. "Oh! I have tattoos now too. Not that I could tell you their meanings or anything, but they're there all the same. And a dog. I also have a dog."