Jo takes a sip of her drink, not downing it fast, but there's a quirk at the edges of her mouth for watching Nadine down it in one go. She takes her small sip, holding it in her mouth briefly, enjoying the sharpness, while Nadine starts talking and Jo nods, leaning on the dresser behind her. It's a little odd trying to reconcile those first two statements. Not being normal; then describing the most normal, maybe even boring, Jo can think of.

The last mention there brings Jo to a halt.

"You're a shapeshifter?"