Whenever somebody said they were "fine," they weren't. Fine wasn't a word that fine people used - it was a word used by people attempting to seem fine. It defined itself in the positive and negative, being very problematic in the process. Luckily, Joanie wasn't in the state of mind to dog him for a real response. She was just glad to see that he wasn't bleeding.
"Oh," she replied at his plan, nodding slightly. "That...sounds pretty good." And expensive. Then again, she had little respect for hotels in general - they just struck her as so seedy, even when they were being used for non-seedy things.
The fact that Aiden was actually asking about her plans without a detectable hint of sarcasm should have knocked her on her ass. Instead, she took it in stride - shock still claimed her. "I've got a cousin in the city," she said, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "Luther, Sam and I are going to go...and count on my ability to convince him to let us crash for a day or two." She paused. "If you don't want to spend the money on a hotel, you can come with us." Despite the situation, she offered a thin smile. "Filling Harry's apartment with strange men will be my payback for that time he hung all my bras out the window when we were teenagers."