Jo shot Wash a look that was half-incredulous, and half glare. That really wasn't the point. She frowned, because her concerns about the situation with Sam were two-fold.
"I don't know. A mutt of some sort. I'm not really a dog person," she said. "Look, she didn't know who he was. He was just some guy on the street and she wanted a dog and he changed. Just like that. Had to spend the whole day chasing after balls." Which, okay, was a little funny and she looked like she was struggling to stop from smiling a little at that.
"I only got her to change him back by pointing out that he probably had friends and family wondering where he was and missing him. What if she does it when no one's around and no one finds out about it? What if she just unwittingly curses someone to live out their life as a toad or something?"
Whatever anger she had at the City, Jo didn't think that even the City-born people deserved that sort of fate. They were just as much at the mercy of the City as the rest of them. The difference was the natives to the City didn't know anything else.