"What, like torture raccoons or wrestle gators?" Hannah said with raised eyebrow. Sounded boring as shit to her. Well, minus the gator rasslin', that'd probably be funny to have seen some dumbass going at it with some scary-ass reptile. When she'd still been able to see. "Well, duh there's more to do in San Francisco," she said. It wasn't boasting, it was just simple truth. "From what you've said, it sounds like there's more to do in this goddamn house and I haven't even been outside yet." She wasn't really in a hurry to, either. From what she'd heard, it was cold as shit. San Francisco could get chilly in the winter, but at least she didn't have to deal with the frozen white stuff.
She hadn't expected him to clam up when she'd asked about his punching story; hell, most guys she'd known in the past were all too happy to spend way too much time talking about that time they'd totally punched some bro in the face and made him cry. This dude acted like it was the biggest shame to his family since that one time with the pig. She listened to him fidget and nearly knock something over - a glass or maybe plate - but like hell was she about to let him off the hook.
When he spilled it, though, it was kind of disappointing. "Well, I'd hope so," she said, a little tartly. "You don't punch people in the face because you like 'em, you do that shit to cause damage. So good job. He probably deserved it." Because everyone deserved a punch in the face every now and again. Except her.