[Slowly his gaze lifts as the person helping him hands him a towel. He wasn't sure he was expecting company, but he's not bothered by anyone that might help him get to know this place a bit more. It's what had led him to the fight club that night anyway.

He's all for what happens in fight club staying there, but it's what happens outside of fight club that he wants to get information on.

He stares at her for a moment, gaze narrowing slightly as he considers the brightness of her hair, takes in the lilt of her voice.]

Preferably not poison.

[It's a crap joke but he nearly smiles nonetheless.]

Mostly just something I can use to clean out the cuts and forget I let him get that many hits in.

[He'd let his guard down and not truly put enough thought into the enhancements he could face, and that could hit his face and other parts as well.]