With no response from Keith Zebel thought it better to just keep her mouth shut now, turning her attention to look back out of her window once more. Her arms crossed over the front of her chest, pushing her breast up slight, which Zebel never thought about what she was doing, so it didn't seem to be much of a big deal to her. Though perhaps if she had been in the shoes of a male things would be considered different to the side, leaning against the window as she thought over two tons worth of thoughts but... none of them was giving her a single idea about her current situation. If she went through with the tournament fight she and Keith would meet in the ring at some point, if she or him didn't get knocked out first.<br/><br/>"What will I do then...?"<br/><br/>It was a small whisper to herself, there was a lot to think about before their stop came up, Zebel was a good fighter but... the size of bulk that Keith carried and the hits he had taken without a flinch, that alone worried her about her chances. Turning her head to the side she looked at him, still yet not even a inch of knowing a weakness on the male. Raising from her seat now she moved to his, looking down at him as he seemed wrap his hands over and over again. Taking the seat next to him without asking, she grabbed his hand and took the wrap off them.<br/><br/>"There is a easier way to do this..."<br/><br/>With that slight hiss of pain that came from him, she pulled her hands back and looked at him for a moment, pausing to see what it was, though she found no blood there was a bit more of worry then what she should care for.<br/><br/>"Cracked or broken?"<br/><br/>Her own hand went to his side, smoothing over the rib with light fingers, she was looking for that fracture as well now. Raising her head up she looked at him with a fearsome look at him, as though to fuss at him now.<br/><br/>"You ain't going to be good for a fight now.... what are you going to do?"