"Jo. Harvelle." She doesn't need to say the last part. She knows that. She's years past anyone knowing it. But it's her blood and her life, and it's dust in her veins that will never come out. The echo of blood spilled and choices made, that are hers as much as everyone else's.

"I'm assuming you must be super new still." Because of the temper and surprise in it. "Today? Last few days?"