She didn't even flinch, as if she'd been expecting him all along, had even been putting on a show, in some part of her mind, for him, to show him she wasn't helpless, too. Her breathing was heavier, her ponytail sticking to her light sheen of sweat. She breathed a sigh and leaned back in her chair after shoving her fighting sticks into their pocket on the chair, turning partially to him.
"Yeah, but you're good at dumb sometimes, Dummy," she teased, smiling, a genuine gesture, if tempered more than a little by her sadness and her worry. "Boy Wonder," she said mischievously. She needed to blow off steam like this, too, to be playful, not just aggressive, to remind herself who Barbara was.