"Yeah, okay," he says, and takes her hand, getting to his feet. It'd hurt his macho pride if this had been, say, two or three years ago, but he's been here long enough that none of that really matters anymore.

"Man, I must be really rusty. Last time I was in a fight, I got my ass handed to me," he says. "But...there were three of them. And they had weapons."

Which is why he wants to train.