[ He shrugs again. MMA's a thing back home, he knows. Boxing, Muay Thai, the works. With and without armor. It's made a comeback since the war ended. He vaguely remembers getting wasted with Barrows and watching some at a bar once, but can't quite recall if the fighters had a gimmick or not. Mostly he just shows up. With his skill, and his face, maybe that's enough. ]

Not too bad. Pay the cover charge, get some drinks, and you're good.

[ He gives Trevor a curious look, then nods. ]

They got some decent fighters. Woman with the blue mohawk, she's got good judo moves. Tossed me right on my ass.

[ He didn't catch her name, but she was solid. Smaller than him, but fast. ]