Jo had found it harder to wake up today than most days, for some reason. She felt like there was a weight on her head keeping it firmly pressed against the pillow as the alarm went off, and off, and off until it just gave up on her. Finally. And then, her stomach had started growling. As usual, she did not bother getting dressed for breakfast nor taming the wild spikes of hair going on all directions. Simply slipping into her fuzzy slippers and sliding a hoodie on she made the trip downstairs blinking the slip away from her eyes. It was chilly, she could feel and smell it in the air.
Arriving in the kitchen, Jo leaned against the door frame and gave a yawn that almost dislocated her jaw. Once it ended - in an appropriately wolf-like sleepy whine - she blinked again, this time as her vision refocused on Sam. "'Sup Sammy?" Lips widening into a sunny smile she nodded at his question before yawning again. "Want help?"