"Why don't you just call me when you're off duty and we'll set up a little spar.  I'll show you exactly how I can beat the ass of someone twice as big as me." She snaps back. "Cause that's your version of questioning isn't it?  I'm not stupid, I know the streets can be rough.  I've been training with Master Dave for<i>years</i>." Not that he'd know the mixed-martial arts instructor.  Teaches street-fighting to the locals so that they can fend off an attack if they ever need to.  Granted Taylor has taken it a step further with luring people out, but well, that's none of his business.<br/><br/>She settles her hands on her hips as they haul the three rather injured men off and into parking lot.  She takes a few steps forward to peek around the corner then nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears a voice.  When she lands on her heels her butt gives a good bounce for the guy behind her to look at.  She spins on those heels, smirks a little bit, and wonders if he's looking for a little bit of trouble.  She could give it to him, not exactly in the way he's probably thinking.  Most guys in alleys that say she's looking for trouble, often mean is she looking to get raped.  She's more thinking about bashing their heads in.  Trouble both ways, just not the<i>same</i>trouble.<br/><br/>"I don't know what you're talking about, man.  I'm just trying to find the quickest way to my hotel." With a .45 in her purse.  Ahem.  "What about you?  Sneaking up on girls in alleys? You looking for some trouble?"