Kate is oblivious to the scrutiny, except maybe at the last second, catching some sense of movement just as Johanna looks away. She doesn't make anything of it, focused immediately on the axes. She watches, and lifts a brow. "You say that like I'm not a nice polite girl," she replies, too dryly for there to be any sense she's taken real offense. But she knows how to play the part -- if Johanna were the sort for shaking hands she'd know Kate's is practice-perfect. But she's not, and Kate isn't about to offer up that part of her life as additional fodder for mockery. Johanna needs no assistance and it's not like she's volunteering facts about herself.

She steps closer and bends to take the other axe up from where it's dug into the mat, and she wraps her fingers around it the way Johanna has demonstrated. "And? What else? I need to release later, obviously."