It would have been difficult for anyone to perceive the little brunette as a threat of some kind, although she was a little taller than the man she was watching. Zanna, very clearly, was just a girl. A curious girl in soft yoga-pants and a t-shirt, sucking on a purplish-pink smoothie. Her eyes were tired, but slowly coming awake. And with the higher awareness of real consciousness (as opposed to the half-sleep she'd been in the midst of while she stumbled to the smoothie-shop) came the onset of relentless curiosity.
When it came right down to it, the pierced man with the eclectic martial style was just more interesting than measured breathing. So there she stayed, her legs folded up indian-style on the mat, waiting for the jolt of caffeine to wake her up properly. "What is it?"