"Cute's mostly been reserved for cover before here," Jo says, looking around at the bare room, like somehow it could explain, without graphs and diagrams, why she did not attempt to wear the things 'girls her age should try' as her mother put it. As though anyone around her ever wore anything like it.

"Dressing up for a case, or dressing in whatever I needed to for making tips at a bar, or distracting people while hustling them at pool or poker, as I was blowing through a town and my back-stash of cash was running thin."

Everything in the middle was jeans, motels, and driving.

But. Part of it. Nadine's not wrong.
There's a part of it that has to do with that, too.