Johanna slides up her sleeve to reveal the scarred area around where the tracker had been before she'd cut it out of herself and tucked it away in a sock drawer for safekeeping. "I had my tracker in me, now I'm not in the arena," she replies. "Don't worry. If I was going to kill you, Effie, you would be dead," she informs her matter-of-factly with a nod. "And yes, I'm perfectly safe. I just have to double-check which doors I open."