Obviously, Alfred wasn't about to allow her an easy escape through the floo. Luckily, Jo knew the streets of London like the back of her hand and would have no trouble walking home so long as she made it out of his flat. The question now was how to make it to the front door before he could lock her in, though that was assuming he had his wand on his person at all.

"It means coming here was a mistake." She answered with a huff, taking her first step from the floo. The front door wasn't terribly far, but running to it would make her seem crazy. And she wasn't crazy, just irritated and misguided. Nothing fit right anymore, or maybe it was just her who didn't. Maybe the pair that died in the Egyptian blast were better for it.

"I thought I could talk to you. Obviously, I was wrong and you're not going to be understanding or accepting." She rubbed her temple and frowned at him. "May I please just have the bloody floo powder?"