Wade's probably a bit more used to being on the opposite end of cybernetic enhancements than Sam, what with being formerly partnered up with a guy who had cybernetics as an actual disease. It's not much of a deterrent for him, which doesn't exactly mean he doesn't come away with his own fair share of bruises by the end of it.

Still, as he makes his way into the bathroom after winning yet another double-or-nothing bout, he can't help but grin at the bellyaching of the man currently attempting to staunch a particularly stubborn flow of blood from his forehead.

"Ah," he says, in the tone of a man who's heard these sorts of complaints many times before. "I see you've met Rhonda. Or her fists, more appropriately. Got a mean right hook, that gal does. Like gettin' kissed by a Mack truck goin' ninety miles an hour. Hopefully you didn't hit on her-- last dude who tried that that wound up with a detached retina."