She'd mostly been trying not to think about her death, or at least the dying part. The fact she had died was always constantly on her mind but she'd managed to push the mechanics of it, the memory of holding her insides in with her hand, the awful feeling of knowing she was dying, from the front of her mind. But it was harder standing face to face with Dean.
She took a moment to turn and grab a bottle of JD from the bar and two glasses before she answered. A small pause to try to collect those thoughts and put them back into the corner of her mind where she shoved all the things she couldn't deal with. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, Dean was one of the few people she had left in her life she considered anything close to a friend. It was just... hard.
Jo poured them both a drink and shrugged a little. "You know, just being kidnapped for some freak show of a resort," she answered with a bit of a smirk and took a drink.