Seeing how quickly Johanna gets frustrated, there's a part of Kate that wants to grin and twist the knife. She's never been considered (by herself or others) an especially patient person, but compared to Johanna she's clearly pretty much Gandhi. There's no way he'd approve of the way the corner of her smile twitches.

"I'm an excellent student," she replies, confidence unshaken by the dig. If Johanna wants to rattle her, this isn't the way to do it. (She was on a much better route earlier.) "But whatever you want to call it."

She spins an axe in her hand and looks back to the target like she's considering throwing some more, like she might just let Johanna's question hang in the air a while. But she doesn't, shrugging. "Just curious. I could hook up a trade, but you probably wouldn't be interested in that." It's classic reverse psychology and she doesn't bother to be subtle about it, another little smirk curving her mouth as she glances at Johanna through her lashes and then turns back to the bullseye. Now would be a good time for one.