Like Johanna's going to follow the little brat. Though, actually, she doesn't have a clue where she's going either.

For God's sake.

Slowly, she trudges after Dodger. "Get back here, you little shit," she hisses at him. Bloody cocky kids are about the worst thing Johanna can't be bothered to deal with.

"Look. I need… where's Waltham Forest?"