For some reason, thoughts of her father slipped into her mind, and she grew even angrier when she hadn't thought that was possible. The demons, they were trying to steal her friends just like they had stolen her dad away from her. He'd left and never come home, and now...now the same thing was happening all over again. She refused to let it.
"It's a lot to take in when it's something you've never dealt with before." She paced away from him, hand tightening on her gun for a moment, then paced back and nodded. "It has to be hard for Mary...I mean, Sam's her son, so there's no way she can be biased right now." Jo frowned a little, then continued. "I don't want her down here. She shouldn't have to see Sam like this. In fact, I don't want anyone else down here trying to talk to them. Demons lie." Jo met Roger's eyes to try and get the message across.
"Yes, we will. We're going to kill every last one of those sons of bitches. Or at the least, we're going to make them pay for what they've done to the people around here."