Johanna arches her brow when he denies her help, unable to help the way that rubs against her like a frictioned edge, making her feel somewhat off her game and far from sure-footed to a degree she doesn't like, but she's careful to make it look like she doesn't care. "There's hunting. Farms. Crops. Things people need to stay alive," she's willing to confirm, giving him a steely-eyed look.

"Security? People watch out for the things out there, but you can't stop it," she guarantees. "Take care of yourself, your allies, that's the best you can do, I figure."