Ann entered Jimmy Slater's famous boxing club prepared to fight him but not quite in the way the German was doing when she got there; there was such a ruckus amongst the crowd, all baying for blood. All she could see in the ring between the bodies of people jeering and cheering was flying fists and the fighters jumping around each other. Honestly she had no clue how James could do it: he always looked pretty clean and fresh save for a few bruises when she saw him, and he was taking a beating. Not as much as the German, mind, and she practically grimaced when he spat out his teeth.
But that was not why she was there. James had left the Avery without her being able to give him an earful and she wasn't having it. Something was up with that Slater boy, something tricky, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. It'd just mean she'd have to wait, seeing as he was now happily being the stuffing out the poor blonde lad.