She accepted the glass with her non-injuried hand with ease, only to belatedly realize her gloves were forgotten at home. Any other day and she would've allowed it to simply exist and answer any questions he had, but today wasn't about her — it was about Alfred and Zelda's relationship. Jo sat quickly and tucked it beneath her so that it remained out of sight and mind for the time being.

That Alfred was joking relaxed her a little. Perhaps things weren't as dire as she was led to believe. Regardless, Jo hardly considered anything involving their friendship to require a story, just some omission was all. "Well, she already knows that we met on the docks and have met up for drinks a few times. Also that we remained in the quiet for a bit when you were cursed." She shrugged. All of it was truthful, just missing the details about where and what they were wearing.