All the same, Jo's eyes had begun to carry a weariness familiar to all Hunters. She had been traveling on her own with no back up, having to do everything herself after a lifetime of being at the Roadhouse, listening to other Hunters and their partners. Maybe Hunting was something Jo wasn't meant to do. But she would never imagine a life without it, that much was for sure. She had seen the worst a Hunter could see in a very short period of time. That was for certain. And in seeing those things, Jo felt ages older, so much older that it hurt her sometimes when she was alone.
Turning to look at him from the corner of her eye, Jo had the hard look of a mother. "You gonna drink it?" she asked in return, refusing to move. While she was a bar tender, it didn't mean she approved of the people she brought back here drinking. It usually made messes, although he could just open the fridge to get it himself. "Or you gonna drink 'til you pass out?"