"What!" She shouted, still pulling at his arm. Her thoughts were racing with what she would need for a quick escape. Her trunk, obviously. Some money. She had her emergency stash still, but that was significantly less than what she typically travelled with. She could sell off some of the relics she still had, random artifacts that would likely mean nothing to anyone else. Perhaps Mars would be able to survive if Jo snuck a bit from the shop. There would be an IOU, of course. Once she landed a job she could mail her sister back the coins.

Her possessions would be harder. Half of them were thrown about Zach's flat. Her brush, a spare dress or two. Her favorite corset. It was still early enough in the day that he might've been downstairs in the shop, but it was also just as likely that he was waiting for her in front of the floo. That he, too, would like to confront her, and Jo couldn't handle that right now. Her mother had a similar body type, Jo could steal a dress from her maybe. It would mean never going home if she did, but did she really think she was coming back?

(She wasn't.)

"I what?!" She shouted again, once more tugging at his grip on her arm.