Janet raised an eyebrow at his complement and nodded in a polite thanks. She heard his comment about the destruction he had cause but didn't reply. She really didn't want think about just how powerful of a mutant he was so instead she took on a boxer stance.  Feet apart with shoulder with the stance. Fist raised at chest level. Waiting for his move.<br/><br/>Janet didn't want to make the first move. Knowing the counter moves that he could and would with come up. Fearing that she would show some weakness and let him down. But as minutes pass she realized that he wasn't going to make the first move. Sighing.<br/><br/>"What's the matter Drake? Don't want hurt me." She taunted. Moving forward shorting the distance between them.<br/><br/>"Don't want to mar this pretty little face of mine " shorting the distance more. Wanting to unbalance him. Wanting to invoke some kind of response. It was feminine ploy she knew and no she didn't like using it. But she had to get him make the first move. Why she couldn't say.<br/><br/>Sent from my C5155 using Tapatalk