[ she already knows she's not going to find herself anything honest here — she gave up on that side of it a long time ago, and it's been a while since she's had a chance to fight in a slightly more legit sense, something that toes the line between legality and the other side, so she's more than happy to flirt along it, even if she was more than a little disappointed at having to surrender her best weapon.

still, as evidenced by the raw splotches of red on her knuckles and the blossoming bruises on her face, she's got more than one weapon to her advantage, and the adrenaline coursing through her now enables her to stay on her feet even if she'd barely eked out a victory. now, she licks over the swell of a painted mouth, the blood blending in with the shade of her lipstick to such a degree that it's hard to tell what's just smeared back into her skin and what was there before she ducked into the ring itself.

and it takes a second for realization to set in that the person she's stumbled into isn't gonna be meeting her energy on this, her laugh dying off slowly as she tips her chin down to regard the shorter woman. ]

What, I look like the kinda girl who needs some help? I got issues that run deeper than this. [ she gestures a bruised hand to her face, another giggle bubbling up before she lets it drop with a sigh. ] Okay, fine. If you're offerin'.