Jo's eyes were locked on the chains as they hovered over her, nervously sitting on the couch. "...a-Ale? Like, ginger ale? Or, like beer? I don't have that stuff... I usually go for mixed drinks." She paused, watching the chains retract. "Er, Vodka is.. It's a strong alcoholic beverage, and it tastes better in drinks. A bloody mary.. Well, it's a bit spicy, and it has tomato in it. It's good for mornings." She looked at him oddly when she tried to figure out what "potato sticks" were.

"Oh, you mean those french fries. It's a different kind of good. Though, those fries weren't the best..." She trailed off, looking at a small picture on the coffee table. 

"You're... Ok?" She glanced at him as she noticed him shaking, a small shade of concern crossing her face. " You're shaking, I mean. If it's too cold for you, I can turn the heat up. Or get you some blankets." She messed with the hem of her shirt, carefully examining him from her spot on the couch. "Wind? People there can control wind, too? Regardless, um..." She looked down, thinking. "You can ask anything you want to. Though, I promise to you, I don't consider myself, or anyone here, a god." She took a breath, the robot rolling in behing Cyrus and making a small beep.

"Miss JO BAXTER, Your BLOODY MARY Is Finished." It buzzed, a synthesized womans' voice coming from inside it.
"..Thank you Nan." She motioned for the drink to be put on the coffee table, and the robot complied, rolling out after.

"Well, um, here it is," She motioned to the red drink with a stalk of celery sticking out of it. "And, um, yes, I do live on earth. This is earth."