Jo's expression is tinged only a little smug, a little too pleased. That in itself is not all that new to her. How many men and women did she convince to teach her whatever skills they had—fighting and researching and stocking piling—even though her mother made it clear to anyone who came near her that she was entirely against her daughter becoming a hunter, having what it took?

"Well, you haven't done too shabby, if I do say so myself."

Who else could convince her to run rooftops and leap over weird things,
when not doing it specifically while chasing a demon?

"Did you never think of it back home?"