Good of her to ask, because Ghoul is the best at explaining. "'Cause I had some, and she wanted it." Shrug. Why does anyone go after someone with money? Money solves a lot of problems.

Except it won't solve Ghoul's problem, which is a headstrong pup with a habit of getting herself in to sticky situations. He cringes against the counter, not even bothering to look up because he hears that astonished tone in her voice and he can just imagine the look on her face... "That doesn't mean I want you to keep doin' it!" Even if he knows that, sometimes, it's too late to know whether looking out for someone turns in to something wildly dangerous until you're in the thick of it.

Jo's gone, though. She can't create any new issues, at least. With a slow breath, Ghoul picks his head back up, glowering weakly. "You're gettin' in to too much hot water lately." Uh oh, here comes the lecture... "I don't like it. You don't even know how to defend yourself. Who's workin' with you on it?" Wait, what.