"Obviously," she drawls in response--and she can't help herself, she reaches to push at Kate's finger, the one flat against the handle, adjusting her grip just slightly. It's a totally unnecessary move, there's not really anything that needs adjusting--she's just proving a point, really--and she fixes Kate with an innocent little smile to disarm any offense.

"Look at the target, and swing your arm down along your side. Once it's past your knee, swing it back up. When the blade gets past your head, swing forward--and when your arm is straight, let go. Just make sure you've got a decent follow-through. Here--"

And she steps just behind Kate, like her shadow, and she lets her arm come along Kate's side so she can slip her hand over hers, echoing the grip she's got on the axe handle.

"Swing down," she instructs, like this position is the most natural thing in the world, like she's not stepped in very close to Kate, so close her breath tickles at her ear when she talks. She guides Kate's arm down, almost gently.