"More or less," she said. "I'm in 303, by the way." She wasn't sure if this would lower his opinion of her or not. After all, the third floor seemed to be the collection of misfits at Pax. There was her, the storyteller, the angry ginger, and Dorian who seemed to evade explanation. But if he looked down on a boxer that just kicked his ass because of what floor she lived on, well, there was no hope for him at all.
"Don't worry," she teased, swallowing the last lump of mushy banana at the bottom of her cup. "If there's a Rocky here, it's still me. After all, I still have to be in prime condition so people like you can make money off my fights." With that, she picked up her gym bag, beginning to stand. "And on that note, I should go to my home base, despite being two blocks away."