"That's me alright. And hey, it's no problem," Needy said with a bit of a shrug and a smile before going back to pounding on the punching bag. And that was what she continued to do as long as he was quiet. It was easier to concentrate on the bag and not, you know, staring when he was on the other side it.
But when he spoke up again she stopped the punching and moved so she could see him a bit better. "Go for it," she said simply. She tried to help out whenever possible, especially since she'd gradually loosened up since she first arrived in Lawrence. After all, when she first arrived she had just escaped from a mental institution a couple days earlier. And she was covered in the blood of four complete jerkoff guys.
What an impression she must have made when Ron found her. And yet the wizard had still gotten her something for Christmas.