Jo'd thought that they'd just been that good on their feet between the two of them, Nadine and Jayce. It's both impressive and a little wary making. Not about Nadine or her powers, but about herself and not having picked up on anything like that. The idea that powers could be showing up in the world, invisible all the time. Hiding in wait. Until released. No way to prep for them.

Dean's wings and weird little zippo lighter trick.
Even hers. It couldn't be seen until it was happening.

But Nadine shifts them back before Jo can think too hard about that and does so with a question Jo hadn't expected to come straight out of the blue. It makes Jo clear her throat, with a snort at the directness. The only defense against flummox of surprise that zigzags through her stomach. "It couldn't hurt to try some of them, I guess."

Except it's not really I guess, is it?

Except she's avoiding looking back at Nadine for a moment.
(Oh, god. How stupidly fucking stupid might this be?)

"Something more than—" Jo looks down at the cowgirl outfit still on her, leaning on the dresser. There's nothing wrong with the jacket, skirt, and boots other than she doesn't feel like this is here at all, but it's not just that. "...this."