Zebel watched as the fight unfolded, it was clear to whom the winner would be, though from the start Zebel had the clear feeling that Keith would have this one in the bag. There was a smile perched on her lips, her hands were held to her side as eyes looked to the blood that came from the Hoodie man. Her head tilted slightly as Keith raised him off the ground again and the doors just seemed to open on command for Keith. When her called her, she turned her eyes to look at Keith with a bigger smile.<br/><br/>"Ever the gentlemen I see. I would love to."<br/><br/>Walking from where she was, she nearly stalked as though she were a predatory beast, though the dress she wore made her seem graceful and ever elegant in her flowing strides. Her hand came up to caress down the side of Keith's arm though once she came to the front of him and the Hoodie guy, Keith would see the nearly playful gaze she gave the Hoodie male. Moving to stand in front of the nearly half passed out male she looked up to him with her ever reappearing smile.<br/><br/>"I told you... your just not my type... too skinny."<br/><br/>Though in all technicality of it all, she had said nothing to the guy, though rather showed him. Truthfully, Zebel liked the older burly men compare to a skinny wanna be pretty boy. Now came a moment of thought, how did she want him off the train, just a simple push? Kick? Shove? There was much to think about but, she finally settled on something just simple that would show off her bag of tricks just yet.<br/><br/>"If you would angle him to the right a little bit, that would be perfect."<br/><br/>Her words were to Keith, and once Zebel had that angle just right, she shifted to the side, moving so that both men could clearly see her before she brought her right to give her that extra push she needed. Bringing her other leg up to bring it in a half round house kick to the side of the male's head, launching him from the train to the platform that awaited him. With a pause of stance Zebel waited til the train doors closed before lowering her leg back down to stand once more. Her hands came to the sides of her dress, pulling it back into place so that she made sure her ass wasn't half way hanging out for anyone to see.<br/><br/>Turning back to Keith now she was silent, but her eyes didn't go to him directly, rather they scouted the now empty train before she took her seat once more. The silences of the train seemed far thicker then it was suppose to be but... it was just the way things were. After taking her seat Zebel looked up to Keith and smiled slightly before she lowered her gaze a bit to speak.<br/><br/>"Seems this tournament will be a hard one, considering you will be there as a fighter as well."<br/><br/>Saying it out loud seemed to make the thought petty, the train picked up speed and seemed to push away the thoughts in her head. Still from the fight with Keith til now, there was no clear signs of a weakness to him, which as unsettling as that was, she liked that. Keith was a complete mystery wrapped into another mystery that had completely ensnared her, whether she fully knew it or not.<br/><br/>"Next stop will be for us... can't wait..."