"You look like you're wasting time," is Kate's retort. She shakes her arms out, bouncing a couple times on the balls of her feet, neck rolling. She's tense, strung too tight for good form and struggling to loosen up. Bending for her toes hides when she closes her eyes for a second, letting lungs fill and empty on a slow count, once, twice, a third time, reining herself back in.

With some patience recovered she doesn't hurry Johanna again, knowing that's not likely to get her anything but more delays. She'll just stretch and wait in silence, eyeing the tear in her arm, feeling the muscle pull tentatively beneath it, newly healed. She's got to stop letting Johanna goad her into a fight when she has such obvious weak spots.