Kate's sprawl across the mat is a casually artful splay of limbs but not actually as at ease as it seems. She hasn't forgotten what happened at the end of their last bout, and while Johanna's axe is further away this time she remains ready, one eye on her in case she makes a move for it again.

But she doesn't, so Kate regains her breath, wiping at sweat with a hand down the center line of her torso and a forearm across her brow. She smirks at 'a draw', clearly maintaining victory in her own mind, but doesn't dispute it aloud. "Sure," is an easier response. She looks up at Johanna as she rolls to her knees and gets to her feet, but it's readiness more than wariness, at this point. Her eye catches on that split second of tongue, perfectly timed as she straightens into a stand. "Whenever you're ready," she replies, gesturing across the gym toward the couple targets hung on a wall, distances measured out.

That she wets her lips as she turns away, teeth dragging across the lower, is entirely uncalculated, however it may look.