Jo didn't offer Ian a smile in return. The day she told her father in elementary school she wanted to be just like him, he began to teach her how to act, much to her mother's chagrin. Poor Mom, she had hoped her only daughter wouldn't have decided on a career in law enforcement also. Jo was the youngest of four children. Her brothers were all in public service too. The oldest was a firefighter, the middle one became a lawyer, and the youngest of the three boys became a soldier. All the Walters' kid had dangerous jobs. It didn't help her mother sleep at night.<br/><br/>Jo knew how much her mom had hated when she worked undercover in Vice. Pretending to be a prostitute, walking the streets. It was dangerous stuff. Mom would really hate knowing that she was in a prison right now, sitting across from a man who said he was a serial killer.<br/><br/>Jo dressed sharply but wore very little make up. She didn't miss the days of wearing so much makeup undercover that she felt like a clown. Or dressing like she was heading down to the beach. Of course, given that she was pretty enough and what she had done in Vice, Jo was finding it hard to live down that reputation. Especially since the station was a boys club. She had to earn their respect and they weren't going to give it easily. Especially when some of her co-workers thought she only got her badge because of her father. Jo had a lot to prove at work and was determined to do it. Ian Baird would be one of her stepping stones of proving she deserved to be a detective> That she got there because of her own skills, not because of Old Joe Walters.<br/><br/>Jo watched Ian carefully. Not just listening to his words, but also watching his body language. For some inmates, the implied threat of being raped would terrify them. Especially young boys who thought they were men and quickly learned they weren't. It didn't scare Ian, though. Although Jo didn't think it would. He seemed overly confident in himself.<br/><br/>Ian made her blood chill when he whispered what he could do to some poor cartel member that was missing companionship. Not that Jo would ever tell him he had. Her father said that you had to keep you guard up around criminals. The horrible the shit they did would make your blood run cold and make you sick to your stomach. But you could never show it. Not in front of them, if you did...They'd win. Jo wasn't going to lose, not when innocent people had been killed. She didn't acknowledge what he said. Instead, she turned on the recorder.<br/><br/>"No, we haven't had the pleasure."<br/><br/>Jo replied, she had watched his recorded sessions. Trying to get a feel for how Ian acted, so she wouldn't lose her cool in front of him. She smirked slightly Ian attempted to extend his hand but failed.<br/><br/>"You can call me Jo."<br/><br/>Jo replied, not offering up her last name. Her dad was very well known, both with law enforcement and criminals. She wasn't going to offer up her last name and have him put together who her father was. Use that against her. The less he knew about her, the better. She raised an eyebrow when he motioned for her to turn off the recorder.<br/><br/>"Do you have some things you'd like to tell me, Ian, that you don't want to become public record?"