"Please don't." Juno told Jim, humor nowhere to be found on her semblance. The last thing she needed was someone around her who was drunker than she was. That always killed her buzz, killed her mood, gave her anxiety - nothing good came out of it, basically.
Just as Juno was about to recover from the surprise of Jim's question, which had caused her brow to furrow, Marco launched on this diatribe where he did have a bit of a point, she wasn't going to lie, but she couldn't help but feel bad for Jim. Juno scratched her neck, sighing heavily. When she replied, Juno neither looked at them nor gave her voice any particular inflection. "Yeah he's West Coast I'm East Coast. 'Til he interrupted my annual viewing of Scream I had no idea he existed on the planet."