[She gives Kate half a glance, and half a smile--grim and quiet and darkly amused. If there's one thing Johanna isn't, it's subtle, and that carries over across the board.
She rolls her head back, turns her face up toward the ceiling, her eyes so narrow they're nearly closed. And she doesn't say anything, only listens for the moment. What's the use in explaining how completely she had been captured by the Capitol? How she can't even imagine a way that she would get free--by rescue, or her own hand. It's all so fucking impossible.
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She rolls her head back, turns her face up toward the ceiling, her eyes so narrow they're nearly closed. And she doesn't say anything, only listens for the moment. What's the use in explaining how completely she had been captured by the Capitol? How she can't even imagine a way that she would get free--by rescue, or her own hand. It's all so fucking impossible.
Instead, after a moment of heavy silence:]
What's yours.