[ People don't usually approach her afterward. She's less interesting to the crowd once she's left the ring — once all the brutality and chaos is over with. Like this, on her own, she's a different creature. Not the same woman from the arena, wild-eyed and bloody, her fists relentless and her teeth bared. This woman seems... Weary. She has a distant look on her face as she nurses her cigarette, and it's only the sound of his voice that draws her back from wherever her mind was, making her present again.
She glances him up and down, taking in that near-grimace of a smile, his anxious body language, the half-empty beer can. Somehow, there's something relatable in all that. Maybe that's why she doesn't just brush him off immediately. Instead, she digs wordlessly into her pocket, slightly slowed by bandaged knuckles as she pulls out a cheap lighter. Holding it out towards him, she gives the thing a little flick-flick before a small flame finally comes to life. As the tiny light wavers, it casts transient shadows, emphasizing the natural severity of her face, made all the more intimidating by the bruising around her left eye and a split lip.
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She glances him up and down, taking in that near-grimace of a smile, his anxious body language, the half-empty beer can. Somehow, there's something relatable in all that. Maybe that's why she doesn't just brush him off immediately. Instead, she digs wordlessly into her pocket, slightly slowed by bandaged knuckles as she pulls out a cheap lighter. Holding it out towards him, she gives the thing a little flick-flick before a small flame finally comes to life. As the tiny light wavers, it casts transient shadows, emphasizing the natural severity of her face, made all the more intimidating by the bruising around her left eye and a split lip.
Finally, low and wry: ]
Don't worry. I won't bite.