The big tree gets a look before she turns to look first over her shoulder and then around at her surroundings. The first connection that snaps into place is that she should have spent more time looking around herself when she was up in the sky. Have some clue which direction Dean's forest, the bar, and the bunker are in. Have gotten herself a bird's eye view of this whole god-forsaken mental as all get out (literally) place.

Jo wonders how hard it might be to do it again.
Things to test not today, but at some point.

Dean's sentiments match hers because massive tree and strutting peacock. Okay, maybe the second fits at least what she's observed of Jaskier from a distance, even if she's still yet to meet the man himself and have a conversation with him for all that she's had dozens with Nadine at this point.

What catches up with Jo the next second isn't the newest reference to the weird amalgamation of people connected to Geralt's sex life dominoes that short-circuited Dean's brain; it's the missing person of their party who she can't spot in any further distance from them. It combinations the last far too short insanity time, most of Jo's focus centered on her until it'd been jarred out by the falling floor and the not-falling sky. "Where's Ciri?"