When he had finished speaking, Johanna mulled over his words in her exhausted mind. Assuming from the way that Asher spoke of this "Emerson", she took him to be a kind of mentor, or care-giver. She would ask another time if the chance came. Asher was a treasure hunter, and that was more interesting to her. One could say that Johanna thirsted for knowledge, she wanted to know about everything and anything. Obtaining information of any kind was useful for Johanna. Her practice required her to know a little bit about everything, although, women with any formal teaching other than training in etiquette, the arts, or other domestic activities were often looked down upon from trying to ascend from their role in life. Johanna's profession granted her the ability to gather information informally, while maintaining a comfortable social life, or that was until the beginning of the civil war.

"A treasure hunter, eh? Oh please tell me more about that, that sounds wonderfully interesting. What is it you're trying to find now? Maybe I could help with one of your clues? I could even point you in the right direction. Perhaps you've been asking the wrong people or the wrong questions." Her face glowed from an internal light, the pleasure of happiness and the good company Asher brought. Johanna didn't possess many friends, asides from Thalien, and Chezaré, there was no one she could call a true friend. Her social awkwardness despite her trained manners for etiquette.

Her hazel eyes bore into Asher as she gazed at him, closer to the iris a forest green colour bled out into a light brown exterior. They were large, and wide open with intrigue as observed him in the firelight.