Or, she could just say it. Say it and pretend she didn't care if she lost everything, just like Johanna. Shepard could become as bitter and as screwed up as Johanna was. Johanna wasn't about to recommend that.
She sipped her drink: Johanna didn't drink too much, but she had always found it prudent to at least pretend to be a bit tipsy for the Capitolites. It gave her much more scope to speak her mind and not get in trouble for it; they were more willing to indulge her because she's drunk.
Fools.
Johanna grins her first genuine smile of the evening at Shepard's comments though. She does appreciate the sarcasm.
"I adore glitter. And parties. And these lovely, KIND idiots." Johanna shook her head. "Gimme a log cabin and a forest any day. I'm already sick of all this simpering. I wish I could punch everybody who tips their head to the side and speaks to me as if I was five."
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She sipped her drink: Johanna didn't drink too much, but she had always found it prudent to at least pretend to be a bit tipsy for the Capitolites. It gave her much more scope to speak her mind and not get in trouble for it; they were more willing to indulge her because she's drunk.
Fools.
Johanna grins her first genuine smile of the evening at Shepard's comments though. She does appreciate the sarcasm.
"I adore glitter. And parties. And these lovely, KIND idiots." Johanna shook her head. "Gimme a log cabin and a forest any day. I'm already sick of all this simpering. I wish I could punch everybody who tips their head to the side and speaks to me as if I was five."