"You prefer I call ya somethin' else? Alright. Let me see......." Jo tapped her toe on the sidewalk as she thought. "Bad dye job certainly came to mind. Beef jerky? Maybe. I don' know. You got any you like bein' called? I'll try my very hardest," Jo said dryly. "And by the look o' you, you been called plenty."
"Yeah, well, you know what they say. Once your job has been utterly destroyed, you gotta move on." No joke. Or when the building had been completely leveled by a green thing.
"Soul-crushin'? I call it a sign. Whatever I was doin', well, it was time to move on." Her hand gripped the knife and slowly drew her knife, feeling it's reassuring grip in her hands. Something told her that something was up.
"You wouldn' be willin' to help a girl, would ya?" she asked innocently. Thinking quickly, she thought of a reason why. "See, I've been meanin' to move some stuff, only I think I might need someone else to do it." It wasn't a total lie. She didn't know if she could. "Think you could help?"