"Hmph... way to dodge the question, Tim..." Santi finally pulled her head free of the robes' collar and shook out her black hair.  She looked at him with her green eyes and shook her head.  The comment about a funeral wasn't sitting too well with her --- for all she knew she would be facing her own, metaphorically speaking, soon --- but his shifty expression suggested he knew there was some truth to her words but just refused to admit it.  "But, fine.  Like I said, just don't try anything with<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>and I think we'll get along."  She looked away and licked her lips.  "More or less."<br/><br/>"All right, Sam..." she sat back down on the couch she'd just vacated, though she was dressed now at least.  "I'd appreciate it if you told me --- us --- what you know.  And..." she trailed off, her eyes and ears noting the increase in noise and excitement on the image of the wrestlers nearby as the two assailants struggled, but one got up even though he looked half dead---<br/><br/>"Ouch," Santi managed, her eyes wide as the wrestlers hit the ground in a bone-crunching, last-effort move by the full-bellied one being choked.  "You said they don't<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>digest each other... but<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>move looked<span style="font-style: italic">real!</span>"<br/><br/>She watched the referee counting, and was somewhat surprised when the batgirl started climbing groggily, and bloodily, to her feet.  Impressive.  But the other one didn't seem to be moving... she wondered, suddenly, if the person in his belly would escape if he wasn't awake for several hours to throw them up...?<br/><br/>"Um... yeah," she murmured, trying to look away, though that last thought had sent a shiver of an all-too-recognizable excitement down her spine.  "Um, so, Sam...?"