Jane laughed at that, "Damn right I will!" She imagined her next meeting with the man; all six foot, blonde, toned, gallant-ness of him. She'd probably slap him. Then kiss him. Then slap him again, just to make sure he understood how angry she was with him. Then throw her arms around him and never let him go. "Thanks, that's uh...probably the most comforting thing anyone's said to me," she told the woman genuinely. "Anyway," she cleared her throat and gestured to the mat. "Could you, y'know, teach me some moves? I did some cheer-leading back in school, but its been a while. Don't know if it counts." She joked.