"When I can," said Bia with an easy shrug. "Been getting into MMA lately. It's okay. Coworkers are pretty rad. Plus, like, nobody tells me I can't do the job cuz I'm a girl. I mean, that's some fuckin' bullshit. Motherfucker, I've beat down on giants, you don't think I can't take some jumped-up fuckboy? But then when I go and prove it, suddenly I'm the bitch, you know?" Her gestures grew more animated as she spoke, punctuating her words forcefully. It seemed as though a little bit of Antigone's fire was infecting her.
(Either that or the alcohol. It might have been the alcohol.)