He clearly hadn't seen Ares' fighting pit. If anyone got right in your face with brutality and death, it was Ares. Marcie nodded slowly, twirling the stem of her margarita glass between her fingers, thinking about what she'd seen herself the last year. "Far fewer bombs in bars," she agreed. "I don't like fighting either, but I've been learning boxing and Judo at the gym. For self-defense, just in case, you know? Strength training. I've noticed you hitting the weights too." Under her fitted zip-up gym jacket, she'd gotten pretty toned over the past few months.