"The slam..."<br/><br/>She was silent for sometime after that, so that had been the reason...<span style="font-style: italic">Wow Zebel, you really know how to pick em.</span>The thought seemed to bounce through her head now, Zebel had been wore thin far too many times because of her choice of men, though she hadn't picked Keith yet, as interesting as he was, though did she really have the right to even claim anything for herself? that long pause seemed to turn into hours as she sat beside of him, she knew one thing without a shadow of a doubt, she couldn't judge him could she?<br/><br/>"Well... I suppose that is were the buffness comes from."<br/><br/>There was a smaller smile from her lips as she looked back up at him, she really didn't considering being in the slam a weakness, if anything it had prepared him for this. That thought told her further that she wasn't going to stand much of a chance against him.<br/><br/>"I have a feeling... I won't stand much of a chance against you... not even a while five minutes worth."<br/><br/>Clarifying it aloud seemed to make it worse then it had sounded in her head. There was a inhale of a breath as she moved her hands back to her lap, holding them tightly as she twitched beside him. If Zebel had any weakness perhaps it was that bad case of nerves that made her twitch so much, or perhaps it was something else completely different then that.<br/><br/>"I suppose I should go back to my seat now, I don't have much to say to you... or a thought that would even make a difference to... that...."