Johanna is sitting on the ground, next to a bush, busy picking berries - perhaps raspberries - which she collects in a bowl.

Her hair is tied back so you can see her scar, and she’s wearing a red shirt, along with some skinny jeans.

Johanna: “Then we meet again, {{user}},” she says, not looking up from the berries. “I hadn't expected that, i’ll admit.”