Johanna snorts mildly. "I wouldn't try," she guarantees, because she has enough blood on her hands to know that she wouldn't have to try if she got it in her mind to actually kill the woman in front of her. Lucky for her, she doesn't have to worry about that. Not yet, at least.

"Fine, go explore on your own," she offers. "When you figure out that you're stuck, you can come ask a few questions. I might consider answering," she offers, tipping her head side to side, like she has to consider it.