She was impressed, a woman drew blood on him, or that was what she assumed. The way her brows arched she said exactly that without words. "Maybe one of these days, once we know each other a bit better, you'll have to teach me. I don't know more than throw a punches before the person I'm hitting does. And try not to get hit."
"You too, I would say try to stay dry but that doesn't seem like a possibility." Jeans had been a bad choice, really she regretted it as she moved towards the door, they were seriously starting to chafe which was her main reason for leaving. Getting out of the clingy wet clothes would be the first thing she did. "Sweet dreams" She tossed back as she glared through the rain. Part of her not wanting to go out and get utterly soaked again. To hell with it. She pushed the door open and stepped out, with a light squeal as the rain hit her unsparingly. But she didn't run.