Christine gave a sigh and shook her head more at the circumstances, or rather circumstantial evidence, overwhelming as it may be, that she was indeed guard to an Amazon. "As a friend of yours,  possibly, by the name of Artemis found out before she sent me arse over tits into the drink, to the merriment of Queen Hippolyta and her daughter Princess Diana, I can hold my own fairly well. If you have some sweats my size, I'll spar with you if that's what you want." She shed her oversized blue trenchcoat, after repocketing her ID, revealing her pinkish color top, and the rest of her purple slacks. "I'll have you know, I returned from my vacation on Themyscira a month ago, so I'm refreshed. I know you Amazons aren't wusses, so all I'm asking is spar not knock down drag out pub brawl."