She'd been right, the fight, as brief as it was had done her some good, she was just a little less keyed up than she had been, a little less tightly wound, she was still planning on adding another line or two to her arm the first chance she got, anything to clear her head, but for now she'd just keep on with the way things were going.
She nodded once, at Sam's statement, readjusting the straps on her bag and on her board, making sure everything was still secure, "So go, I'll keep up." The smile she flashed him was just the far side of predatory and likely not as reassuring as she'd meant it to be, "I'm built for it. Don't worry about losing me, you won't."