Interestingly, it's weird to watch her clothes changing on her body but not feel anything other than disconcerted by the strangeness of visually seeing it happen. There's no part of her worried about what Nadine might do to her (even as somewhere in the back of her mind, she's ticking away the knowledge that this is possible outward toward someone).

Jo turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Considering.

"Not bad, but—" She let it linger. "Not exciting?"

"Not no?" But she wanted something,
something she couldn't name,
something more.

"Maybe we keep it in mind case there's nothing else?"