[Too passive, ha ha. Johanna shoots her another glance, this one too sharp to be anything idle.

And she doesn't exactly relax, when she realizes that Kate is looking at her. It's just an extra heft of awareness, one that has her standing a little taller, shoulders held higher. She sweeps her damp hair over her shoulder again, as she deliberately turns her back on Kate.]

He drew a nice picture of me, and then we said we'd see each other again. But, for the record? I wasn't even trying. I just wanted to be naked.

[The way she says that, it doesn't even sound like an excuse. Because it isn't. It's a reason.]