[Having a half-naked Winchester walk into you when you're half asleep, hung over, in pain, and half-naked yourself doesn't do much to help form coherent thoughts, and she blinks at him when he first speaks. Regaining her composure, she looks away, back into the mirror at her back.] I think my head and my back are duking it out for which wants to hurt worse right now. [Turning away, she heads over to her duffle bag and rifles through it to find some kind of shirt to wear, but they're all too clingy. Finally, Jo glances over her shoulder at him again.] Can I borrow one of your shirts?