Johanna has been unplugged for a long time. Anyone could tell at a glance. Most obviously: because of her hair. When she sweeps her ponytail over her shoulder, it's long enough that the motion comes off just as imperious an as impressive as she intended it to be. Any new floppy baby would have a hard time pulling that one off.
Her smirk, sharp on one corner, downturned at the other, tugs up higher. Sometimes in Zion you see a face that your dumb little brain thinks it recognizes, only to learn that it's some other hapless recycled unplugged battery person. Twin syndrome is not uncommon. But Johanna knew Katniss at a glance, recognize something in her stupid face and the stupid line of her shoulders. And here Katniss is, confirming it for her, with some typical stupid line. It's nice to have suspicions confirmed, and it's nice to be right.
That doesn't make her glad to see Katniss. Or any friendlier.
"I live here?" Like, duh. Johanna jerks her chin, to indicate Zion. "What are you doing here? And you've never stopped by to offer to buy me a drink. What kind of manners do they teach in District 12? No, wait--" She holds up one finger, arresting any reply. "Not real. Sorry. No wonder you're so rude. And dumb."
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Her smirk, sharp on one corner, downturned at the other, tugs up higher. Sometimes in Zion you see a face that your dumb little brain thinks it recognizes, only to learn that it's some other hapless recycled unplugged battery person. Twin syndrome is not uncommon. But Johanna knew Katniss at a glance, recognize something in her stupid face and the stupid line of her shoulders. And here Katniss is, confirming it for her, with some typical stupid line. It's nice to have suspicions confirmed, and it's nice to be right.
That doesn't make her glad to see Katniss. Or any friendlier.
"I live here?" Like, duh. Johanna jerks her chin, to indicate Zion. "What are you doing here? And you've never stopped by to offer to buy me a drink. What kind of manners do they teach in District 12? No, wait--" She holds up one finger, arresting any reply. "Not real. Sorry. No wonder you're so rude. And dumb."