Johanna scowls, rolling her shoulder. The excess material from her dress gets dropped to the ground. "You defended yourself just fine." It's almost like she's annoyed with him for not just letting her attack him. Which, to be honest, she kind of is. It'd be nice for something to go her way for once.

She rubs her fist under one eye and then the other, getting ride of the smeared make up as best she can. "Whatever. Follow if you have to, I don't care."