"Well, shit." Wasn't much more you could say about that. Bia pushed the last of her potato wedges absent-mindedly around the plate. "Man, I got nothing. Punching people is, like, my only marketable skill. Once you take that off the table..." She screwed up her mouth in a wry grimace. She'd probably be going out of her mind too, if their situations were reversed.
"Say, you're Greek, right?" she asked after a beat. "My god-dar's usually pretty good on that one. I'm Bia."