Bones snapping. Her eyebrows shoot up, disappearing beneath the crisp trimmed edge of her fringe. She's washed her face by now, and she's not bother to pretend with him--so her expression is clear. A little skeptical; a little unimpressed. A little curious and a little amused, too.

"Wow. Snapping bones. That's specific." Drawled, no judgement. "Someone else might ask how you know that sound so well. Lucky for you--" She winks-- "I don't care."

It's mildly disheartening that no one knows what's going on. But then again, Johanna isn't the least bit surprised. That would be too easy, right? She looks back out over the wall, into that distance--and then she shoots him another grin.

"You want to team up with me? I'm not going to say no to that. It sounds fun. Except, you did get to the weapons stash, right. I'm not going to have much fun if all I get to do is save your dumb ass."