Maybe I should be the one worried about everyone else, [ Claude jokes, but he regards the woman in front of him with a careful gaze, as though truly assessing her for the first time in this conversation. Raised by a barkeep, quicker with a fist than a weapon, but quicker with a fist than a diplomatic discussion, he'd reckon.

Kind of reminds him of someone else he knows. ]

A punch to the face works when you're fighting against one person. Against a crowd? I can see why people would go for a weapon instead. But I guess I don't have much reason to worry about a whole battalion in a place like this. [ He laces his fingers together and hooks them around his knee, leaning back in his stool as he considers her. ] So, how'd you get fast enough to outrun a bullet anyway? I'm willing to bet that's not a common skill.