"It's my business when I know you're slinking around outside the balconies of our homes and I got a few people I don't want to wake up to find have their necks skewered," Jo retorts, noting his eerie calm. It's not the sort she wants to fuck with, but it makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and despite any attempts to think rationally about it, she's born and bred to brandishing pitchforks and flames.