Joan continues massaging her throat, more because it's not the first time someone's tried to choke her this week, but she's not letting this woman know that. It feels like everything Joan hits with enough force becomes a fixation. (She'd like to hit this woman's chest with force.)

"Joan. But there's someone named fucking Khoriya here, so don't worry, we're not all Irish mutants. Some of us are big wolf monsters." Joan gags again. "He's actually more polite than me. Don't tell him I said that."