"C'mon then." She didn't see any reason to hang around waiting. "That's your own loss. Fighting's fun." Reno, for her part, expected to win in any fight that came up. Fighting was one of the (many) things she was good at doing.

The scene around them blurred, from modern living room to modern--if slightly industrial--bar: lights on the wall, tile floors, sleek bars and barstools. Reno slid her hands in her pockets with a laugh. "Look, it's better already."