Marriage was an institution old as time itself. Two people found themselves in one another and bound themselves together until death. Which was great, in theory. A partner to journey together with was commendable only as far as their happiness. Sooner or later one outgrew the marriage or became discontent, and then what? They were still bound, still trapped. Jo knew what she was refusing when such an offer was proposed to her, and she would still refuse today.

"Not me. I have no wish to marry." She replied with a small shrug. "I'm happy as I am. Happy to travel and live freely. Happy to be here showing you my tattoos at my leisure. Marriage is for some, Earth for example, but not me."