Jo looks down at it, and her hands come up as though not even sure about the idea of touching her own body suddenly in this. Her face probably says it all. This is every bit of the worst dreams she's sure her mother would have cried tears of gold at the idea, average apple pie, anything but a hunter's daughter. Jo's wondering, for the first time, if you light something on fire in the Horizon, does it burn up?

"No." She's shaking her head at it. "Not this one."

Beat. Jo tries to make it some more words.
"Maybe not something from high school times?"