[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
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[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
[She grins a little, a flash of teeth.]
How's that for imagination.