Caught off guard with Jason's last touch, Hasha grins.  "Thanks! You're showing me some new stuff here."  Her hair clings to her sweat-dampened brow, and there is an enthusiastic glint in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Good thing you gave me that tea, or I would never have made it this far.  Ready to go again?"  She holds up her weapon, ready to counter his next strike.<br/><br/>