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[ An eyebrow goes up a little, but he doesn't comment. He just gets her hands wrapped up and her gloves strapped on, then doing the same for himself. He flexes his hands and gives the gloves their final fit along the shape of his fist. He motions her along with him into the middle of the room. It has some scratchy bare carpet laid down, but not much padding otherwise. Best to stay on your feet. ]

All right, kid. Just pretend I'm some fuck hasselin' ya on th'street.

[ And go for it. ]