Jo realized that maybe she'd gone too far with her descriptions when Beauty looked like she might puke. She frowned, not really sure whether this was a situation where an apology was appropriate or not.
She did know enough to know that she'd most likely overstayed her welcome. She let go of the jacket, letting it fall back into place, the gun concealed once more. She did search her pockets for a pen and paper. When she found one, she scribbled out her number and put it on the table next to the basket.
"Well, that's my number. Just give me a call when you're ready for lessons. I should probably get going anyway. Stay safe, Beauty."
There was a little edge of worry to her tone at that last part. Though she wasn't sure what to think of the young French woman, she didn't think that anyone deserved what she'd been through and might still be facing.