Kristen winks casually at the paramedic, and she smiles as she leaves. She can feel his eyes on her, and she feels complimented as hell. Maybe getting laid will let her work off some steam. She makes her way into the flow of traffic. She's strong, but she has no reason not to let it pull her along. Fighting the flow won't get her anywhere, after all. She flicks through and thinks about what she sees in the paper. A brief carnal moment overtakes her at the picture of the chick with her bunny headband. She's always swung both ways, leaning more to women anyway, and while she's not sure who Mother When is, it's hard for her to care. The idea of the Ladies in Hating sounded particularly disturbing.<br/><br/>She manages to fight her way to the stalls and the peddlers, sneaking a peek. She hears the commotion ahead and hears and sees the crowd trying to get away. This is the challenge she's been looking for! Finally, something to lay the smackdown on. Her muscles flex and she feels alive, adrenaline pumping through her.<br/><br/>This is what she needs. Ever since her manager and her had had some problems, she'd needed something to be able to prove herself. Trish Terrible had whooped her ass, her latest matches hadn't gone well, and she'd stayed up every night, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong, when she'd become tits and muscle and a dominating glare....but nothing else.<em>Not fighting kills me,</em>she thinks, her body twitching with excitement.<br/><br/>She runs forward, moving people aside with her strong arms, and she gets a good look at the thing causing the ruckus before throwing a punch. She's aggressive, not stupid. When she has a gauge of what's causing the trouble, she leaps into the fray.