It looks like it's going to be a while before that particular hatchet gets buried; Jo is too caught up in the trauma of having her life flipped over not to use every rare opportunity to abnormalize her experiences and try to berate them, without going into any context about the details, and 'normal' is not a word she realizes means very different things to everyone here, not on more than a surface level.

She gives him a look as she pauses and stretches her back, heel of her hands digging into the lower part of her back. "Interesting or fucking annoying?" she asks. A month and a bit ago and she would have laughed at the idea of magic being an improvement to life. Now that she's seen how much easier a time the various people around her are having, she's finding herself very bitter about her own lacks.