The question echoes in her head. The answer wants to make her throw-up but she sucks in her breath and forces herself to stand up straight. She's trying to act as impervious as a dark room. Nothing's supposed to get off of her expression but Teagan's never been much of a bluffer. It's always out there, big puffed sleeves, rooms full of feelings.
To tell Miz Deliverance, mortal enemy of the Hellhounds and a special enemy to Teagan herself that the officers have been taken in doesn't seem like a good card to throw down just yet. She's gonna save that one for the next hand.
Then there's why she wasn't taken in herself, who she's running from. Telling Jo that she's all alone doesn't seem a good strategy either. How many cards does she have left anymore? She can't afford to play 'em all at once.
She's so bitter and angry and fucking terrified of what her life is about to become that she can't help but be a rattlesnake and uncooperative because of the messed up fuckery her life has become in the span of a few hours. "Fuck do you care? Why'd you think I'd let you in on my business." and she thinks and my greatest fear come true.