Jo was contentedly fuzzy by this point as well. Sure, spending nearly half her life behind a bar in some capacity or other had increased her tolerance level, but she was still petite and human, so this many drinks still did affect her.
She softened a little at Lindsey's answer. She didn't blame anyone for skimming over paperwork. And who expected to literally be signing their souls away?
"I'm sorry."
There wasn't a whole lot to say besides that. So instead, she took another drink. She didn't mention that at least Lindsey was free in the City, because there was no way of knowing that. She did feel a tug of sympathy for the lawyer. Knowing you were screwed was bad, but not being sure of when your employer (or former employer) was going to show up and get to you sounded like it could be a lot worse.