Jo. The name sounded familiar. He was completely still for a moment until he recalled Beauty telling him that she'd met a girl named Jo who had offered to teach her to shoot. At that recollection, he relaxed. Jo was a friend, then, or at least not an enemy.
"Jo. I've heard of you," he said, moving his hands away from the edge of the counter and laying them flat. It was as clear a sign as he could think to say that he meant no threat without outright saying so. "I'm Errol. No, she's not in. Should I tell her that you stopped by?"