Bia was just chilling at the bar, getting stuck into a bowl of crispy potato wedges and drinking her beer. She was fresh from a bout and still feeling the pleasant burn in her muscles. It had been a decent fight, nothing that had really given her room to stretch – nothing much did, these days – but her opponent had managed to surprise her a couple of times before she'd put the girl down for the count. The lingering throb across her right cheekbone hinted at the beginnings of a bruise.
When the thunderstorm approached, Bia's eye was just beginning to wander in search of a new distraction. She glanced across the bar at the woman, cocking an eyebrow at the order. "Oof. You look like you need to punch someone." Bia was hardly known for being in tune with emotions, either her own or anybody else's, but violence? That was something she knew.
She eyed the woman with frank curiosity. "Are you planning to punch someone? Cuz I'm not saying I won't get behind that." Might be just the thing to liven up the evening.