[If this is a test (and it is), then Johanna isn't backing down from it. Not anytime soon, anyways. She stares, steadily, at Katniss, with a little smirk at the corner of her mouth that she doesn't totally mean.]

But you're good at thinking on your feet. If there's anyone who I should feel comfortable holding my life in their hands--it's supposed to be you. Right, Mockingjay?

[She turns on her heel and goes back into her room, leaving the door open for Katniss to follow. She rolls up her sleeve as she walks--she's wearing the ship uniform and not the Arena outfit that had been waiting for her in her locker. That, she's got stowed somewhere to be burned.]