Dean reached for another drink when she began to speak, nearly gagging on it as he heard her. She had gotten fired? From a bar?
"Who?" he asked simply, forgetting that Jo had changed since the last time he had met her. Not that she had exactly been the damsel in distress sort when he first met her (even then she had been kicking his ass) but that wasn't to say that he didn't feel like he had to keep her out of trouble. He stopped her from getting in over her head, at least, he tried to, and he'd sure as hell find out who had the nerve to fire her and why. "Who fired you, Jo, and why?" Only back from the dead for a blink of an eye and already he wanted to kick someone's ass.