He gets real up in her shit and it is scary.
Edward: "I had a rough patch myself a few years back, maybe you read about it. Where were you then, when I was maybe raping and murdering people?"
Joanna: "I don't see the relevance of that, except to be super creepy."
Edward: "My father is blind with grief. But I don't feel feelings, except for mistrust. Of you."
Joanna: "Tough talk from a forty-year-old boomerang slacker. Go to bed, fucko."
After a night spent wondering when -- not if -- Edward Bowers is going to break into her bedroom and strangle her to death, Joanna's interest in solving this crime can only increase. She calls the Beacon Of Change to ask about a "ward" who was there at precisely the moment that Mia was getting born. Does not put it together yet.
Mia gets home, all flawless-mess as usual. Joanna is concerned, but has learned wariness.
Mia: "What was Vivian like, when she was my age?"
Joanna: "Coolest girl in the world."
Mia: "That's what I thought. It's possible I am stoned out of my mind, so if you have any questions..."
Joanna: "That bro still bothering you?"
Mia: "Really, don't worry about it. He's just some guy Vivian knew. He showed me pictures of my dad with his skanky assistant, and like some even worse stuff..."
Joanna: "That's new information. Give me more. What worse stuff?"
Mia: "Honey, you don't wanna know. I think my dad is a bad enough guy we shouldn't really even talk about it... Yep, definitely stoned. Later, Houseguest."
Somehow, there's a bit more affection in the word this time. Joanna feels it, too.
Robert: "Joanna, would you like some tea? And a job?"
Joanna: "What? I mean, yes. And what?"
Robert, verbatim: "Julian mentioned you're transitioning, and my assistant is being promoted... Obviously, you're qualified..."