Johanna's smirk ought to telegraph even more loudly than her intent had. There is zero attempt made to hide her expression, and she turns slowly from the target so she can look at Kate, her hands on her hips, mocking.

"Wow," she drawls. "And you told me this was your first time."

Truthfully, the throw isn't that bad, for a beginner. It probably helps that Kate is an archer, that she's got an understanding of aim and accuracy in a way that some nobody might be lacking--but like Johanna is going to say that. Encouragement might as well be a foreign thing to her. And like hell she's going to give archery any credit, for anything. Archery makes her think of Katniss, turns her smile a little wry. She'd said she'd teach Katniss something about axes, too. Will she be better, or worse, than Kate?

"You put it up there, you get to go and get it down. Bring it back and I'll show you all the things you did wrong." All, did you get that, Kate, because there are so many. Expectantly, Johanna folds her arms over her chest and stands back. "Go ahead."