"You have to wash your hair." She repeats those words, with flat incredulity. Come on, Kate--even in Panem, that's the oldest line in the book. "I don't see why. Your hair looks great."
But she's not going to act all needy, or draw this out too much. If Kate wants to run away, whatever. Fine. Typical. She shouldn't have started it if she didn't want to finish it. Johanna crosses her arms over her chest, her hip cocked off to the side as she watches Kate walk away.
"Oh, I get it. Excuses," she sighs, when Kate is nearly at the door. "I should have expected that. Need any help?"
That's the point, Johanna. Kate could've made up a plausible lie, and she could've delivered it so it sounded real; she just isn't worth the effort. She smiles at the compliment, but continues heading for the door.
There's no literal run in her departure, a casual saunter, checking her comm as she goes, thumb sliding across the screen to start typing a message. She looks back over her shoulder at the door, brows lifting at the offer. Her whole expression is unflappably well-mannered, except for something around the eyes that suggests she's enjoying this. That every word Johanna says, every question and complaint, is another point she's winning.
She smiles again, and shifts head and shoulders in another little shake/shrug. "No thanks, I'm all set." She gives the doorframe a pat, and exits.
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But she's not going to act all needy, or draw this out too much. If Kate wants to run away, whatever. Fine. Typical. She shouldn't have started it if she didn't want to finish it. Johanna crosses her arms over her chest, her hip cocked off to the side as she watches Kate walk away.
"Oh, I get it. Excuses," she sighs, when Kate is nearly at the door. "I should have expected that. Need any help?"
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There's no literal run in her departure, a casual saunter, checking her comm as she goes, thumb sliding across the screen to start typing a message. She looks back over her shoulder at the door, brows lifting at the offer. Her whole expression is unflappably well-mannered, except for something around the eyes that suggests she's enjoying this. That every word Johanna says, every question and complaint, is another point she's winning.
She smiles again, and shifts head and shoulders in another little shake/shrug. "No thanks, I'm all set." She gives the doorframe a pat, and exits.