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She looked back up at him, faintly returning the smile. She understood what he was saying, she recognised the emotion he described. "I would be disappointed if you had treated me as if I am not your equal. I don't need special treatment." She said, as she sat up. For a few minutes she remained resting on her elbows, before wiping the sweat off her brow and finally completing the motion. She looked at the sword beside her, enjoying the adrenaline her body had released upon her defeat.

"Let's lose the suits and the swords then. No punches to the head or groin, anything else is cool. We're wrasslin' like classy people." She suggested, as she rose to her feet and begun removing her padding armour. She carefully removed the sword from the floor too, and looked at him to come to know if he agreed with her rules. "And then I'm done for now."

She assumed stance, this time awaiting his move first.

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The robot informed Viktor that Callen had made a stop at her room, and was currently heading toward the front gardens. It could tell him no more than that.

Exactly what the redhaired girl was doing was difficult to determine. She walked hunched over, hands in pockets, a sour look on her face. Every few steps she took was abruptly stopped as she turned 180 degrees, and then, after about five seconds turned back again, and continued walking. "I need me some air." She whispered to herself, flustered, her cheeks red, and her voice nervous.