She shuts down at that. The expression on her face goes from judgmental, teasing, to completely blank. Then, she pushes away from the door, gesturing to him. "Get inside." Because this isn't a conversation to be having in a hallway, where anyone could walk by. Johanna might be reckless, but she has some sense of self-preservation. She's not exactly dying for the label to hear something like this and make up a reason get rid of her.

Once he comes in, she shuts the door behind her, sizing him up. He could be lying, but he doesn't look like it. Then again, he's not talking sense like a normal person. So slowly, she asks, "what exactly do you mean by images? And don't fuck around with me."