Crossing her legs, Jo was already finding a comfortable position to do her boring 'administrative crap' again when she noticed Sam checking his book carefully. She shrugged, finding no point in asking why he was paying such attention to the book without actually reading it. Happily, she realized she had been almost done when her attention had gotten called elsewhere; now the bridge to cross was the insurmountable amount of work to catch up on, as evidenced by all the little checklists and timetables. Jo sighed, sinking deeper into the bench.
Her mind was brought out of this momentary and subdued fit of despair by what Jo could only consider an inane question. Her, wanting Sam to go away? Out of the question. "What? Noooo! No, don't go." She really didn't care if she sounded overeager, honestly. He wasn't like other guys in the sense that he probably wouldn't start thinking things if she did - which only made him that little bit cooler. Sure, he wasn't like them because he'd had the upgringing from hell - she was pretty sure of that - and in that sense Jo was sorry, but in practical terms, not a bit. Still, a bit of clarification was necessary, for his sake. "I mean unless you want to. If you do, you're totally free to go." She smiled.