For someone who's been out of the field for five years, he's in good shape. She's in better shape, of course, but it's still only recently that the excess booze and laziness have taken a back seat in the face of her new responsibilities. They are, it turns out, pretty evenly matched.

She likes getting up in other people's personal space - literally and figuratively - as soon as possible. Likes to throw them off balance as soon as she can. She's less revealing about herself, but fuck, that's what the drift is for. This part is the fight, purely physical; it's like sex, and Jim has always excelled in both fields.

He shoves at her, and she grins. Most people would defend against that, but Jim is a risk taker. She absorbs the blow and rolls with it, taking the point that comes with it in the hopes that she can gain one in return by doing the unexpected, her weapon coming at him from below this time.