She'd never been forced to fight, but she'd seen the people who'd raised her taken out like animals. She'd had nightmares about it for years, seeing it night after night and always wondering when the hunters would come to finish the job. It's why she can't fault Johanna the strange reaction, though she flinches from the harsh sound of the laugh.

"An axe." She repeats slowly, hesitating with her hand outstretched for the note. Girl half expects this is just a pay off. Johanna clearly wants rid of her and who's to say she'll still be here when Girl gets back? Worry is still in her eyes, but something firm settles there too. She nods, snatches the note and rises back to her feet. "Won't take me long."

She returns near twenty minutes later, muttering to herself about hold ups. She's carrying something in her arms that's been hastily wrapped up in bags, wary of walking the streets with weapon and wondering what she'll do with it if she's found Johanna disappeared.