Kate's smile is closed lipped but somehow still seems to suggest teeth. "Yet." Give her a few minutes, she'll have Johanna looking like shit in no time.

Johanna might like what pity would get her, but it's about the same as what she's going to get anyway. Kate fakes like she's going for the handshake, stepping into it, but she steps too far, hooking a foot around Johanna's to try to put her down on her back. She doesn't really expect it to work, it's not like Johanna is an idiot who isn't going to be prepared for a sneak attack here. But maybe she'll fall for the footwork, which is actually designed to conceal Kate's real attack, a right hook strong enough to turn heads and shatter glass jaws. It's less fancy than a double feint sounds and lightning-fast, each step executed with a vicious precision.