So she got one shot in, on a still target, after fifteen failures. No one's impressed, and Johanna's eyeroll is more than enough to suggest that. She gives Kate three solid claps--one, two, three--and then she drops her hands at her side, heavily. That's how impressed she is.

And she's not, actually, interested in relaxing. Even if she was, she wouldn't know how to do it, not any longer, not for any significant amount of time. But she's not going to say that, not right now--and even if she did, that would just prove Kate's point.

Fuck her. Fuck this. Johanna pinches one corner of her mouth upwards, in a dry smirk. "How do I even know that you can make good on this trade, Katie? I'm just supposed to take your word for it?"