Syphilis was a fair complaint. One Jo thought of frequently whenever she had even the mildest ailment. She took precautions when possible, and generally tried to only involve herself with people she thought she knew, but it didn't always happen that way. There were times when scratching the itch was more important than the possible lifelong repercussions — when she got lost in the excitement of the moment and forgot about all else. But, she was trying to be better. Hell, outside of the frustrated morning with Holsten Jo had been celibate since January.

"Have you had many encounters with the disease, then?" She asked more serious than she was a moment before. The singular case she witnessed was a horrendous sight, one Jo really ought to remember when the situation grew too heated. "I've been fortunate in that regard, I guess, for I haven't."