Nancy takes a step back instinctively at the harsh tone of voice. She was used to hearing it come from the lips of far older-looking men, but to hear it from a boy as old as her brothers- she's furrowing her brow.

"Joss?" She repeats, letting go of him. "It's me- Nancy- don't you remember me?" she places a hand against her chest, above her heart. "I was so worried about you, after you ran off-" after Cooper had scared him, something she'd been furious over. Chasing out the young ones, scaring them, she could hardly abide it.

But here Joss was and he looked healthy and lord, she hoped he remembered her. That hew as doing alright.