He's trying to get under her skin, but oddly enough it isn't quite working. She actually smiles slightly at him, a corner of her mouth lifting.

"I beat you with no training. Imagine what I could do with that year and a half." She knows he was injured, and that's the only reason she won. But if he's going to be an asshole, she can dish it right back to him.

She has no intention of fighting him, of course, and her posture doesn't change, relaxed, but alert. She's aware that needling him isn't the best of ideas, but she can't bring herself to be afraid of him.

"There's miles of open land outside the city, if you really want to fight."