Was she old already? Jo laughed and poured a little bit of lemon juice in with her whiskey. She was at least old enough to know that something like this was going to take some getting used to.
She swallowed a healthy mouthful of the whiskey, thinking on that.
"Mine," she repeated and looked around the bar. "Mom always did want me to end up running this place instead of hunting. Guess she got her wish."
She tried not to let the sadness show too much, but there was a sharp pang as she thought of her mom. Her mom had stayed behind, had given her life so Jo didn't have to die alone. And now Jo was here and who knew where her mom was.
She tried to shove those thoughts away. Apparently, if Rufio was right, she had plenty of time to think about that.
Her eyebrows raised at the demand.
"Think you mean 'more please'," she said, though her smile softened the question. "You like it?"