Now that she's free of the pad, she feels contained. The energy pushing through her limbs makes her want to move and if she has to fashion a weapon out of a bannister, then she will tear it apart with her hands to make sure she can defend herself. She gestures to a hallway with her chin, the aggressive movement leading her as she takes the first of her free steps into the lavish hotel. Johanna kind of hopes that she comes across someone soon so she can take off their head.

It's beginning to be that kind of day. Fate willing, it'll be a Career. "He never gave any indication it'd be like this," she says, almost grinding out the words so they aren't captured by any lingering cameras. "I don't like this," she says, the bad feeling that's sat in the pit of her stomach is only getting worse as she sees more of this place. "Something's gone wrong."