Jo is antsy. Jo hates being this level of antsy. Constantly watching the door for Nadine, but also for the appearance of Dean, or Geralt. Ciri, or Claire. Or anyone. She doesn't want anyone else here for this. She doesn't want to have to be calm, cool, collected, unruffled, untouched, all business and sassy for five to ten to whoever knew how many minutes for that person until Nadine shows up.

Until She drags Nadine down into the bowels of The Bunker—even though she didn't mention it at all earlier and she hasn't brought anyone there since Dean showed it to her a few weeks back—into that bedroom she's still not entirely certain about, and they are going to be there.

Where no one can likely find her. Them.
Until this tragedy was figured out.