Kate might be mildly annoyed but it'd be a stretch to call her frustrated. She's taken fewer than ten throws total so far and feels like she's getting the hang of it, which is perspective she has to remind herself of as Johanna watches. The smugness and the teasing are practically palpable even when she's silent, and Kate can feel the weight of her eyes on the back of her neck as she retrieves the axes again and squares up to throw. It adds tension to neck and shoulders that she has to smooth back out with a moment of concentration, eyes briefly closed.

"I've been doing this for ten minutes," she says, doing her best to keep her tone dry instead of defensive and not rise to Johanna's bait this time, "And I had a shitty teacher. Give me an hour and some actual training and I'll trim your hair at this distance." Two more throws, inching nearer the center.