[Determined, and set not to care, Johanna steps right into the spray of water, and turns her face up toward the spray, pleased. Her eyes shut a moment; her hands held curled at her sides. The water is so hot it's nearly scalding, and she doesn't flinch away.
After a moment, she gives a brisk shake of her head, scattering water every which-way, before she turns a smile over at Kate.]
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After a moment, she gives a brisk shake of her head, scattering water every which-way, before she turns a smile over at Kate.]
The fighting one is better, right.