Johanna did not like the way this chick was talking to her. She folded her arms over her chest. One, she was what, a teenager? Two, she asked a question and she wanted an answer. Those two things combined made Johanna want to grab her by the hair.
So she followed as Brigitte turned away. She walked faster and got in front of the other woman, turning around and walking backwards so she could look at her. "It does matter, actually. And sorry is just a word. Just tell me what's up, I wanna know." Because Johanna wanted to know everything, not as if she cared.