Lita is just as pleased to Rodeo as he is her and she's quick to counter his enthusiastic greeting with equal fervor. Missing him isn't something Lita can simply get over; it's an unavoidable fact of their situation but it doesn't make the stretches of time between seeing him any easier to swallow. So when she can finally wrap her arms around him feel the solid reassuring weight of him pressed against her she can't hold back and she doesn't want to. Lita can feel the hummingbird thrum of James' heartbeat match the racing pace of her own as she drags her mouth across the sensitive, stubbly expanse of his throat. The roaring in her ears is matched only by the strangled moan coming from a walker with the absolute worst fucking timing, signalling the abrupt end to their much anticipated reunion.
Even though they had been rudely interrupted before they could properly say hello, Lita had to admit she's looking forward to learning more about self defense. Besides, Lita suspects that James' lesson plan isn't so strict as to eliminate the prospect of some heavy petting while he imparts the finer points of beating the piss out of someone. Therefore, Lita is mollified. The gym is small, utilitarian. Everything is relatively clean and obviously still maintained and well-cared for, if even just for today's outing. Lita isn't surprised at the thoughtfulness and preparation James had taken for her but that doesn't mean she isn't still floored by it.
She listens to James' spiel, letting his words sink in.
"You remember me telling you that that it was a total sucker punch when I knocked that bitch's tooth out, right?" Lita asks, pushing off the wall she was leaning against and approaching James as he places all the accouterments he'd been collecting on the ground at her feet. "I mean, I'm not proud of it. Okay, I'm a little proud of it but that's neither here nor there. What I'm saying is I'm not sure how many punches I'd land in a pinch and even if they did, these hands are made for delicate work, like doing tiny sub-cuticular stitches along someone's brow bone so that it doesn't leave a scar. Or stuffing people's guts back into their torso's."
She held her hands out to him, palms upward. She wasn't sure if this was going to be some back alley, bare-knuckle brawl type of deal or something more along the lines of "Raging Bull".
"Turning these puppies into WMD's isn't going to happen overnight, even under your tutelage. So I defer to whatever you think is best...just on this mind you." Even though the immediate threat at the UMCB had been neutralized, as evidenced by the text she'd received from Laberenz early this morning about Chandless being apprehended, Lita is eager to add this hand-to-hand combat thing to her arsenal.
"Are you going to show me how to flip a guy? Because I really, really want to know how to flip a guy. You know, for defense. Or when I want to drive a salient point home during an inter-office meeting."