[Almost? Jo's totally caught that, and is definitely giving you that unimpressed, 'are you really trying to hide things from me?' look before shrugging. This isn't the time to press him about it. Maybe later.]

At some point, maybe, but I kind of grew up in it. When your dad is a hunter the 'there's a monster under your bed' kind of has a different meaning. Even after he died, my mom's bar was a place for hunters to go and relax, so I heard stories my whole life. Saw battle wounds, watched people go out on hunts and not come back.

[She pauses, almost worried about just how much she's telling him and if it actually matters.]

Kind of gives you a new perspective.