Hmm, surprising. "Just met him. Nephew of that guy," he nodded towards one of the men clustered around the ring. "Good fighter," Happy added with a self-deprecating smile as he tapped the bruise on his face. "Obviously." So, the girl wasn't a friend of that young man and she wasn't working out with any of the punching bags, so what was she doing here? "Do you come here often?" he asked and winced mentally. It sounded like a bad pickup line in a bar, and he was just trying to get information.