"Or three," she joked. From what she witnessed it involved skills she hadn't known to exist in order to sail across the ocean. That combined with the relative isolation of the crew made sailors the strongest sort of man. After all, how many men could spend months at sea without the company of a woman?

Books and research? He was a bit far from London to be seeking out books and research, wasn't he? Did muggles not trust the postal system as wizards did? They didn't have owls who were magically trained to deliver letters, but they had to have an equally competent system, didn't they? "Awfully far for a book," she commented with a skeptical look.

Jo then reached for her glass and took a sip of her whiskey. She could hardly wait to reach the islands and have herself a glass of local rum. The imports most pubs offered never quite lived up to the taste. Though, she supposed the same could be said of most imports.

"Not prying at all, I don't mind. I'm heading to South America for a dig...I'm an archaeologist." Venezuela would be new to her, but the region as a whole wasn't. If she couldn't be in Greece, the jungle was a decent second. "Well, junior archaeologist. I'm not yet knowledgeable enough to be left to my own devices," she laughed.