"You don't have another name?" Johanna raises an eyebrow. "Or are you like, Madonna or something?" She chuckles: it's still high pitched, still mean, but Johanna is actually not trying to get Girl's back up any more.

"Johanna." She runs her finger over the blade of the axe, gentle enough that she doesn't cut the skin. When she looks up again at Girl, she glowers. "I don't want a pack." It's too much hassle. She doesn't want feelings involved.