Johanna surely meant it as bravado and innuendo, especially with the smirk, the teeth in her lip. There's a part of Kate's brain that knows that, a part that catches on the way the bite makes it go red and soft and will remember later what that looks like. The rest doesn't care. What she hears is what she heard before when Johanna threatened to pull out her hair and shove it down her throat. Earlier it got her to stop playing and come fight; now it gets her to stop playing and leave.

Nobody takes anything from me I don't give them, she wants to say, but that's too revealing and not true enough. Even if she could get the words out she'd rather not let Johanna have them. So she just tilts her head like she's considering, shoves down the roiling flare of anger before it can spend more than a split second on her face, and shrugs. Shakes her head, all cool calm. "I'm good."

She leaves the axes where they are and turns from the target, walking past Johanna to where her shirt and shoes are.