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_{[... Yeah, she can kinda tell everything she just said went in one ear and out the other. Oh well. His problem, not hers.]

[He'll never be able to say she hadn't warned him.]

[She doesn't say anything else-- just gets to her feet. Dusts off her knees and the back of her jeans. Takes her time doing it, too. Then she starts to unlace the gloves, seemingly in preparation to pull them on.]

[Halfway through loosening up the first of them, she whirls on her heel without warning. Her fist is already swinging, and it's heading for his jaw. Hard.]}