Johanna's been on edge ever since the party. Sure, it hasn't affected her performance outwardly, but she's been even more dismissive and harsh if people try to talk to her. As much as she wants to completely ignore the text that she gets, she knows that she'll just get sought out if she doesn't show up. So she comes to the lounge, sinking onto one of the chairs there and crossing her arms over her chest.

"What is this about?" Hopefully no one thought she was going to say hi.