There's a girl not far to his right, who appears to have appeared only a few seconds behind him. Jo's there, map in hand, one pair of tight, worn jeans, boots, and the thinnest of clinging, long sleeve shirts. Along with one very worn, but sturdy, backpack hanging over one of her shoulders as she studies everything suddenly in front of her even while addressing him.

"Please tell me you didn't actually just say that."