“W-whoa---?” if she didn’t expect visits in the early afternoon in general, much less would she expect them from people she happens to know. And of all the people she knows, Jax. Her expression doesn’t bother to hide surprise as soon as she realizes who it is in front of the door --- and it gets even more shocked than it already is when he kisses her cheek, and she notices he’s cold as a corpse. ( which is thoroughly weird. he’s usually as warm as a damn radiator, what’s the deal? )
“Jax, are you---are you alright?” is the first thing she asks, even though the answer is very much OBVIOUS to the eyes. He’s trembling, stuttering, and looks thoroughly drained of all possible energy, he’s definitely all but okay. In order to hold him better, Joan wraps her arms around him, hugging him the best she can; she’s pretty thankful Franziska is long gone for today. “No, of course you’re not...” she mutters, “C-come--come on, enter, step in. You feel as if you’re about to freeze to death, Jax.” gently, she starts stepping back, hoping to have him inside quickly enough. “Any favour for you, darling, what-- what do you need?” is it obvious she’s worried?