Jo can't help giggling herself this time, while dodging the pixie. Which? Doesn't sound evil in the slightest. Especially with her fingers pressed against her lips.

"You must be new." With a tip of her head, looping her hands half in a pair of jeans. Oh, yes. Jeans and tank-shirt. Not these namby-pamby british jumpers. Even if there is a cloak clasped at her throat. "I'm Jo."