Jo wrinkled her nose at Jack's answer, milk and soda were two things that should never be put together in her books, even in a paralyzer. Though a lot of this could be due to it having been her roommate's favourite drink those few short months she attempted the college thing and it only brought up bad memories.
She took a drink and thought over Cox's question. Was she ever a kid? Of course. Was she ever his definition of a normal kid, most likely not. "I was an awesome kid," she pointed out before moving onto the harder part of his statement. Jo could only imagine the scene that must have occured when Sam or Dean had inevitably brought up burning her body. "And I'm not dead. Apparently someone up there loves me and thinks I still have shit to do," she frowned slightly as something from her time wherever the hell it was she had been passed through her mind only to move past her grasp as quickly as it had come. "Did they at least tell you why they did that?" She glanced at him for a moment before taking another drink. For Jo the idea of not salting and burning someone was unthinkable, but she knew the way the rest of the world worked and how foreign, even awful, it would seem to them.