Pleasantries were the least of her concern in the current circumstances. Jo ran a frustrated hand through her loose waves before waving off his good morning. It wasn't her fault he slept in this morning, at least there wasn't someone in his bed. Though, Jo wasn't sure whether or not that would've been enough of a deterrent to stop this conversation.

"I didn't think I had to ask." She replied spitefully. "Then again, I've never pretended to be someone else, so what would I know?"

His question threw her momentarily. The immediate answer was no, she wouldn't have. Jo would've judged him as a pretty little rich boy who was only going to himself killed. She certainly wouldn't have given him a second glance had he shown up to the dig dressed as he'd been last week. Regardless, Jo still didn't understand why he hadn't told her after all this time. Fuck, she'd known him for years. "You should have told me."