Like hell Jo was going to sit at a table with Alfred, Zelda and Miss Urquart and have tea. Dinner with him alone would have already been a difficult task, add in two people who knew nothing but assumptions about the situation and Jo would be unable to restrain herself from being unnecessarily mean. She wasn't angry with Zelda, nor this Miss Urquart. She just wish she had been able to understand the meaning behind after what happened on Thursday in a way that wasn't solely based upon her actions.

She shot Alfred a single loaded glance, a silent apology and goodbye wrapped snug in bristling anger, and retrieved her own discarded cloak from the uncomfortable chair. The towel was still wrapped around her hand, but she could do the chant quickly before heading outside. She simply could not exist within the same space as the trio.

"I should go, enjoy your tea." Jo then stated, not caring that her plan was already obvious through her actions or that leaving now was a dangerous decision. She dared to glance back once more as her hand was on the doorknob. This was what she wanted, Jo reminded herself before swinging the door wide open and walking through it, this was the consequence of her desires.