Joann's eyes narrowed with faint skepticism to his claims as she lifted her drink to hover against a subtle smirk. "For some reason I doubt that," she retorted, "I mean, you're related to that one so..." Throwing a thumb over her shoulder as she shrugged in friendly jest, Jo took a sip from her refreshed glass, but her slanted stare stayed anchored to the man standing across from her. Elise may have been the more daring one, at least in all outward appearances, but that didn't mean Connor wasn't the one blessed with the poker face she lacked. He very well could be the sibling with all the hidden secrets. After all, he probably wouldn't have told her anyway, as that would defeat the whole purpose, but she'd believe him, or at least wouldn't press the matter.<br/><br/>'Don't be cynical,' she silently scolded herself.<br/><br/>Her glass lowered as Elise entered the room, and as the words rambled out of her mouth before anyone could catch a word in edgewise, Jo fought the urge to volunteer to join her. The reaction was more due to nerves than any real desire to leave, but when Elise came to bid her goodbye with a whisper and kiss on the cheek, Jobs flight response only amplified. "I left you something if you want to change," she murmured close to Jo's ear, "Don't be a bum." Jo chuckled, but felt the heat in her cheeks from blushing, her eyes falling to the cup she clasped with both hands as Elise made her exit. Neither of them stood a chance of stopping her.<br/><br/>Connor's apology for his sister made her snicker as he was right, Jo was well aware of Elise's free spirit, but it was his following direction that finally lifted her gaze again. She smiled gently, almost apologetically, as she nodded, "Yeah, I won't lie this is hella uncomfortable," she agreed, slipping from her perch after taking another healthy swig from her tumbler. "The leotard that is, not necessarily the company," she would add in playful banter, though admittedly the whole situation did have her feeling a bit on edge. "Think of something interesting to talk about while I'm gone, Mr. Boring," she tried to hide her jitters, "I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail," she said, draining half of her drink before leaving.<br/><br/>It was ridiculous, utterly absurd, what Elise had left out for her, but she had known the only items stuffed inside of Jo's bag would be a simple t-shirt and a pair of cotton leggings. A pair of perfectly ripped jeans and a figure hugging top waited for her with a neckline that plunged far below modesty. There was one thing that did separate Joann from the other girls seen about the studio, though the tight fitting leotards and proper support hid it well on most occasions. She was bustier than most ballerinas, and Elise was trying to showcase her. Jo wasn't biting. "Nope, she's lost her mind," she muttered to herself, drawing her own form flattering but much less provocative top from her bag, agreeing only to the name brand jeans that if Joann was frank with herself, made her derrière look fabulous.<br/><br/>She didn't linger long, knowing that if she did she would begin obsessing, leaving Connor to wonder what was taking so long, and she didn't want to appear as one of "those girls" since generally speaking, she wasn't. She checked her face, ensuring herself she didn't look like a racoon, and fluffed her hair slightly before returning to her waiting host. She thought to say something witty upon her entrance, but the moment passed with her tongue frozen in her mouth as she resumed her perch on the bar stool and gave Connor a thankful grin that was only a touch on the bashful side.<br/><br/>"Thanks, I feel much better now," she offered gratitude, though it may not have been necessary. "So, where were we?"