She scowled as he mentioned her apparently questionable gender again. "I'll hold you to that," she said, stooping to pick up what remained of the bag of newspapers and magazines. "I once decked a guy at a party for being a fucking creeper. But it was probably a pretty lame punch. He was probably more surprised that it happened than in pain." She shrugged.
As she walked towards the path that would take her back to the main basement, she paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Who all should be on it? Just you and him? That Cole guy?" At the thanks, she smiled slightly. "You know I live to be helpful, Llama King."