Funny. Cause the last time I saw you, my ax was sticking out of your pretty little chest. ((Johanna gestures to the area on her own torso, smiling at the girl - and the smile is a little crazed, but that's just an act. Okay, that's eighty percent an act. Seventy-five.)) And I generally have pretty stellar aim.

Do I look that bad, though? I suppose that's what getting tortured by Snow will do to you. ((The way she says it is offhand, casual, completely without a change of inflection in her voice. She's gotten through worse. She can get through this.)) Are you sure this isn't some plan by him, dead girl? If I were you, I'd tell me if I knew what was going on.