Her eyes lifted at his first comment, but she didn't seem upset - just surrendered her hand to him to let him put her fingers in the proper order. It was pretty clear that she wasn't the sort of girl who ran around hitting people. It was early, she'd been on her way to a martial arts lesson at dawn. She was also well-dressed (albeit very casually) and clean-cut, a well-kept kid.
Even her nails, although they were short and neat, were manicured. "Okay," she accepted his instruction, unfurling her fingers for a second to flex them before she curled them back into place - into the proper place for throwing a punch to hurt someone.