Jo gives him a puzzled look at that, she hasn't really started worrying away at any of the elements of her rescue yet and it only now occurs to her to wonder why it was her mother the bartender instead of John the hunter who was leading the rescue party, why Kubrick wasn't involved in their interrogation. Maybe Kubrick went home to get something and Uncle John was keeping him from going back to join Gordon again? But that doesn't make sense, they would have left mom or Ash to do that wouldn't they? Jo's always been an open book and she might as well have cartoon gears turning in a suddenly transparent forehead right now as she cocks her head and opens her mouth to ask another question. She's cut off, however, with one from John.
>>”How you holding up?”
Followed by a head tilt the intent of which she obeys readily enough, starting back towards the Roadhouse alongside him. “Fine,” she answers, automatically and more than a bit defensively, before looking up and smiling apologetically because John- nice as he had always been to her- still has some air of authority about him that makes brattiness feel too incongruent to even try unless you're pushing against something. Still, she doesn't actually want to answer the question and so she side steps over to a description of the afternoon's activities: “Dean and I made burgers before they crashed. Sam actually ate one of those black bean vegetarian burger things mom used to buy for that guy, the one with the crystals on necklaces who did yoga and stuff, and Dean made fun of my music. They're cool though,” she finishes with a shrug and a half-smile, obviously reassuring herself by describing the scene and maybe reassuring John a little too for the duration of the walk, because burger-eating and music-mocking aren't exactly the activities of choice for gravely injured or traumatized people right? That's more...rocking in a corner or whatever. Which they are all most emphatically not doing. Still she can't resist asking, in an elaborately casual voice (because she's not worried), “So Kubrick's just...up at his house?” He lives just outside of town, she's thinking now, for the first time, mom can't exactly tell him to move out of the state or something. Even if he doesn't come here again there's nothing stopping him being in town or grocery shopping or whatever. She's never seen Kubrick doing any of those things but she still feels an itch between her shoulder-blades as they head in through the door, like he can see her from his window even if he is miles away. Well let him try it, she thinks fiercely, once my hands get better I'm never letting anyone get the drop on me again. Maybe he should be scared of coming into my town.