Isabelle stills. She knows when she's lost a fight, even if it doesn't happen very often. And this? This is definitely on the losing side of things. The girl on top of her is strong and fierce, and there's a small part of her that might admire that if there weren't a blade pressed against her throat. She tips her head back a bit to lessen the pressure, jaw tight and gaze passive as she looks up.

"Get off of me." She's done fighting, for the time being, and her hands release Johanna all together, falling to her sides as if to prove it.