<span style="font-style: italic">Whore? Your kidding me right?</span><br/><br/>Zebel's mind was more outraged then what her expression could display, though pretending to be asleep kept her from showing much. Though as Keith spoke and then started counting, this was about the time her head raised up off her arms. Her hands came up to push back the strands of hair from her face as she tilted her head to what she knew was coming. As the count went on Zebel lowered her feet from her seat, sliding her hands over the dress to smooth out the wrinkles as she stood up now. Her heels clicked over the train's metal as she angled herself for a better view of that scuffle that was taking place now.<br/><br/>Zebel was slightly confused by the capsule Hoodie man had taken, it made her question it in silence but... it was better to not interrupt the fight while it was happening.  Her eyes looked from Hoodie to Keith cocking her own brow to him as she shook her head slightly, Zebel was rather still in disbelief that she had been called a whore, it was absolutely rude and disrespectful.  Her palms started to itch as she tightened them into fists at her side, there wasn't a guy in this world that had dared called her that and gotten away with it. Zebel shifted her weight, taking it off her right leg and placed it on her left, her right foot tapped into the floor of the train as she crossed her arms over her chest.<br/><br/>"Keith sweety... be sure to leave me some..."<br/><br/>Her words were flat and cold as she shifted her gaze from Hoodie to Keith, she was mor ethen sure that her hurt feelings didn't reach her eyes, but what he would see there was a promise of pain, a couple of broke bones and then some. The tapping of her foot stopped as she took a step back from the action, though her eyes never left it,rather they went to Keith watching his fighting stance and form. If there was a weakness there, she would find it now while he was fighting, though as the hulking figure went on the attack Zebel's breath caught in her chest, holding it there before she released it. That was a bit strange, why had that happened? Was it the bare thought of Keith getting hit pissing her off worse then being called a whore? She didn't want to examine that question too much, it would only drag up the past she was trying to forget, and she didn't need that were she was going.<br/><br/>Moving back to her seat once more, she lowered down into it, pushing her elbows into the tops of her knees before leaning her chin down to the open palm of her hand. She watched almost in a bored manner, while the other patron of the train seemed to get jittery about calling the police or worse. Not that it mattered to Zebel but... that would just ruin all of the fun, made once Keith was done with him he would toss him on his ass at the next stop. If he was a fighter in this tournament, then perhaps he would be quickly disposed of before they reached the tournament itself. It was one less person for them both to worry about, looking at it from the outside, the odds were looking better and better. Though there was one other issue... Keith, he was going to be hard to beat, but perhaps if she kept him distracted more then enough she would be able to pull off a win against him, if it came down to him and her fighting.