Lina's face darkened as the woman spoke, her cheeks almost burning as she all but imagined what the woman was suggesting might happen. Oh, what she would<em>give</em>for the woman to be in arm's reach, and for a dagger at the moment...she tried to solace herself with that thought, but took a deep breath. Then she spoke, not bothering to hide her anger. "Fine. I'll fight, as long as I get to see her when I win."<br/><br/>Getting up again, she walked to the bars and asked a bit more forcefully. "Now again...<em>how</em>many fights will it take to win our freedom? And I trust I'll actually be given<em>some</em>gear?"