The choice of trousers seemed the most logical choice given their plans for the day. After all, acting as a tour guide in a dress and corset was a surefire way for her to both trip and overheat. As much as Jo was hoping for this day to end in pleasure, she certainly didn't want to faint her way into bed. Being treated like the delicate flower most English men thought women were was among her greatest dislikes. But, given Zach's less than subtle glance down her body Jo had little worries that he thought of her like so.

Grinning up at him, Jo nodded easily. "It was great, actually. The beauty of flying ships never ceases to amaze me." All of the perks of oceanic travel with none of the seasickness. "And yours?" She gestured towards the cafe to silently ask whether or not he wished to sit or begin their trip. Once the decision had been made she continued, "the portkey wasn't too rough, was it?"