"It's fine...not as bad as I claimed." She held it up for Sam, glancing between the two of them again. "Thanks. You two look...different. Older, I guess." If she was disappointed in the lack of a hug or even more happiness at her presence, Jo hid it. Glancing away, she slid into the booth again and wrapped her hands around the coffee cup, glancing out the window as she answered Dean's question.
"Weird. Especially since I don't...I wasn't walking, last I knew." She gave a small shrug, motioning for them to sit down as well. "If you want anything to eat or whatever, you'll have to buy. The waitress gave me the coffee 'cause I look like shit." One shoulder lifted in a slight shrug as she took another sip.