" Yeah, I'm gucci. "

Jumps a little, not expecting to see him up this early.

" Yo! "

She's always tired.

PTSD keeps her from sleeping properly.

Though, she doesn't look like she's gonna try anytime soon.

" Yeah? You can tag 'long, if yer able t'keep up.~ "

Studying his features, Breach would take a step up as to get a better look at him.

" How strong's yer stomach. "

" Lots, yeah. It's th' best when a fight is put up. "

Reaching with a single hand, she would wipe some of the excess blood off her face, careful not to ruin her makeup in the process.

" Oh — it wasn't a bounty. "

Lips twitching into a grin, the Anti would straighten out her jacket contently.

" Was just a bit 'a fun.~ "