"Sounds brutal," Max said. "And yet, you're here, so." He tilted his head and tipped his glass toward her in a sort of salute. "Good on you." It was impressive. He didn't know all the details, but he was still impressed.
She seemed like a slip of a girl, too. Barely capable of killing a fly. Well, that was obvously not the case. Looks could be deceiving, after all.