It's not really what she's here for, either. She enjoys the shit-talking, though, whether it can be seen as flirting or otherwise. For a moment, she's hit with a wave of nostalgia for Spock and his deadpan delivery. She still carries him around in her head, obviously, but it's not quite the same. "Man, I am so not getting into metaphors with you, here."

She rolls her neck, cracking it as he lifts his weapon. "Come on, let's do this." And she doesn't bother waiting for a response, stepping back in and sweeping her stick towards him from a high angle. She's sure there's a technical name for these things, but fucked if she knows what it is.