Don't worry, I'm not asking you to dance. This is not good music for that. [Scout says it lightly.]

[Her hand has harsh-textured calluses on it, the kind that snag on fabric. She squeezes a little, not trying to crush, and when Jo releases it she hooks that hand by the thumb into her sash.]

Smarter than me. I told Wynn my whole name, so of course that was how he announced me... Anyway, welcome to the Knights.