
And Rory didn't miss how much Alexis seemed to be enjoying himself now. Very much the fighter-type. Was that what Rory was too? No, she thought after some thinking on it. It wasn't the fight. It was the danger. It was the ability to find her way out of danger using creative thinking.
"Yeah, pretty much. The harder I'm hit the more likely I heal and the quicker — or something like that. The bruising you caused is going to stick around, but if you'd broken my rib it'd pop right back into place after a few seconds.
"And I'm definitely a better punching bag than a boxer. I wasn't the best fighter in the group, I just delegated how they should have each been fighting well." She shrugged at it. "I didn't need to fight much, I was good enough at making everyone else fight well."
She rose her arms a little to indicate him and sat, wiping her forehead free of sweat. "I'm ready to see it now if you're willing. Got nothing else to do but go back there and run and that's just not as fun when you can't feel that tightness in your chest, y'know?"