Grim notices the paramedic, and she smiles at what she thinks might be flirtation. She says, her voice friendly and perhaps filled with a hint of something sultry, “Hmmm, well...maybe I'd prefer to stay here and talk to you than risk talking to someone in District 13. Although I wouldn't mind knowing a little more about this whole thirteen o'clock thing. Care to enlighten me?”<br/><br/>Kristen leans back against the wall, relaxing her lean muscles, her pale hair fluttering in her face, and she adds, “Also, where can a girl get a little action around here? Something to wallop or...well...a different kind of action?” She figures it can't hurt to ask; she's not really bothered at the idea of limiting all of her choices down to “fight” or “fuck.”<br/><br/>The only thing bothers her is that she's stuck trying to learn about this freaky place; any good combatant would learn about an opponent, size them up, memorize their moves, and Kristen isn't about to jump into a fray unprepared.<br/><br/>She tries to squint and see what the paramedic is reading on the paper about the Alice Infestation; it sounds so weird that she almost can't resist asking, "Good stuff in the paper?"