[There isn't a whole lot of light for the axe to gleam in. There's a little, and when it catches Johanna's eye, she looks, because that's what you do when there's a weapon gleaming in your periphery. Old habits die hard. She used to be on edge with Kate, thinking she was going to kill her, or could be convinced to, or something. There's a little of that old reaction in the hitch of her shoulders.
The blanch of her face is probably new, though. And short-lived. Might not have been there at all. Anger drops in swiftly anyways, obscuring whatever was there. Her mouth twisted, her eyes narrowed.]
Fuck you.
[And your pretty little axe, too. She points to the door.]
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The blanch of her face is probably new, though. And short-lived. Might not have been there at all. Anger drops in swiftly anyways, obscuring whatever was there. Her mouth twisted, her eyes narrowed.]
Fuck you.
[And your pretty little axe, too. She points to the door.]
You can leave.