"We talked about it," she says. "You don't remember that, because that was another you that was on the Moira with me, but I do."

She plops her helmet back on and shrugs with one shoulder, cocking her hip.

"I can give you the thrashing I gave him, though, if you think you deserve it."

She punctuates that with a crack of her knuckles, hands together in front of her. She looks every inch ready for a fight. It wouldn't be bad actually. Might as well, if he doesn't intend to be forgiven.