"Is what who?" Jo questioned with a small grunt as the alcohol did slow some of her ability to comprehend. "Oh, yea. I'm stronger than I look." She set the bar back into it's holder and sat up. "Tiny package, massive muscles." She held her arm up, flexing. Actually she was tone, and looked in shape, but not abnormally proportionate or beefy. She had more of a tight dancers body than a competitive body builder's. "Can go up against any guy here!" She lifted the bottle and pulled the top off. She had enjoyed sparing against some, like Bear, who had let her go all out- and who went all out on her. She'd learned that she needed a pretty decent buzz going to heal a broken bone in a timely manner.