It was a bitter victory, the change in Jo's expression. Beauty swallowed, hating to have to tell her -- but she asked, and she deserved an answer. Beauty couldn't, just couldn't let her think that...
"Edward Nigma, he said, and someone I thought was a friend -- Dr. Crane. I told the policeman who came to the hospital, once I escaped... but there's been nothing since. I told Charlie, later. But they've been letting me stay -- Please can we go inside, please?"
It was clear, stamped on every aspect of her, that she hated being outside where anyone could see her. Here, especially, where she'd been safe...