Jo was not a morning person. She hadn't been even as Jenny, though her wake-ups had usually been under different circumstances the last few days. Very slowly, she stirred at the shake and the words, shifting a little, before her eyes dragged open slowly to focus on the ceiling. When awareness and memories hit, very suddenly, the blonde let out a curse and sat up, quite suddenly very awake - though still fairly bleary-eyed - and looked beside her.
"...holy shit," she said, one hand holding the sheet that had partially twisted around her over herself as she stared at the man in bed beside her. Jo was tempted to punch him, but really she not only was at the wrong angle, and as the memories of the past few days became clearer, she knew that she couldn't really blame just him.
She'd fallen into bed with Lucifer way too easily.