The rude gesture only makes Johanna's smirk widen, pleased. Sometimes she likes and appreciates a little nastiness, in response to her nastiness. Sometimes she hates it. But her fight with Kate has put her in the former mood, rather than the latter, like they're in some sort of bad attitude club. She watches Kate cross to the target, watches the easy way that she climbs up and fetches the other axe--nice, and nice--and she keeps watching her, appreciatively, as she crosses back. It's a moment of observation that goes on just a bit too long, maybe, a study of every bit of Kate--but then Johanna shifts, abruptly, takes back both axes and drops one to the floor. Its blade bites in to the mat, with a muffled thunk, and it sticks there.

The other axe she takes in hand, an easy, loose grip. "Thumb here," she says, laying it flat against the handle. "Keep the head straight--turn it sideways and you won't have any control. And grip it like this, easy. Pretend like you're a nice polite girl, and you're shaking hands with someone you just met."