The pronunciation of a "holy shit" was the calling card of one Wynonna Earp it seemed. Not that Jo minded it in the least bit. It was nice to see a familiar face that she could count as a friend upon her arrival... even if it wasn't the first face she saw, technically.
Spinning slowly in her chair in an effort to keep her eyes on the other woman — she still didn't like anyone coming up behind her — Jo smirked and raised her own glass to Wynonna before settling back in the normal position at the bar.
"Would you expect anything less?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow in amusement as she threw back the rest of her whiskey and held the glass out to Wynonna. Since she had the bottle, she was the designated bartender, so to speak. Once her glass was filled once more, she ran a hand through her hair and adjusted her jacket. "So, fill me in on all the details? What and who I've missed, the new places around town? I know the video goes over all of that but I was kind of spacing when they played it."
"Spacing" was an understatement. She'd been sitting there wondering how she'd made it back here... where the hell she'd been (because she had no idea)... and what may have happened that brought her back here. She honestly needed a computer and some books with information she could use in them. "Wouldn't be a new library around would there?" She at least had to ask the question. If there were, then she could go see what she could find later on.