[Immediately, at the sound of a voice, Johanna whips around. Her breath hisses out harsh from between her clenched teeth, a seethe that's not exactly silent. Raw anger is written across her face, and she makes no move to disguise it.]
Fuck you.
[Her knuckles are split and bleeding. The pain makes her hand feel hot already, in the curl of her knuckles. She doesn't unclench her hand. She doesn't dare to, not yet.]
Is that all you came over here for? Making stupid comments? Yes. I know it's real. Now get out of my face.
[It's not like she doesn't recognize Kate. One of the first faces she remembers, real, calm and pale and almost serene. A contrast to all of the fury Johanna had felt, newly unplugged, all sharp elbows and bald head and anger. She's still a contrast, almost an icy cool. Not always. But right now, that's what Johanna sees, and she hates it.]
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Fuck you.
[Her knuckles are split and bleeding. The pain makes her hand feel hot already, in the curl of her knuckles. She doesn't unclench her hand. She doesn't dare to, not yet.]
Is that all you came over here for? Making stupid comments? Yes. I know it's real. Now get out of my face.
[It's not like she doesn't recognize Kate. One of the first faces she remembers, real, calm and pale and almost serene. A contrast to all of the fury Johanna had felt, newly unplugged, all sharp elbows and bald head and anger. She's still a contrast, almost an icy cool. Not always. But right now, that's what Johanna sees, and she hates it.]