Jo was cursing her very stupid, stupid jelly stomach as he mumbled his response. She wasn't going to be able to think (or not think) of peaches for a while now.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to punch something or be left alone in a bathroom because of it.

She settled sourly for forcefully reminding herself that he was still the ass than left her in Lawrence with the crazies, left her to the discovery of the Road House nearly alone.

Licking her lips, she blew a breath at her long bangs.

"Suppose you'll be out again soon."

It was a statement, and a question.