Jo saddles him with a look. Like somehow she hadn't been about to go get one. Or maybe that agreeing meant agreeing to stay. To talk to him. To give into this being what it was. A breath blew out her nose, and she nodded, a little less than straight and certain, "Yeah. Sure."

Because, what else was she going to do, really? Walk off on him and leave him there? Middle of this party and this place? Go home, close the doors and wait to see who was the first person to show up and trying to tell her off for walking off on him? It's not like it was a thing she would do anyway.