Sunshine, for her part, is standing stiffly a little ways off with her hands and clothes liberally smeared with dust, her expression frozen somewhere between fear and distaste. Okay, so it wasn't a desperate kali horrorshow like the fight with Bo's gang had been, but it was still messy and awful, and she doesn't get a carthaginian kick out of being attacked even if her attackers were comparatively incompetent.

"I have… been better," she says, picking her way over to him in the cautious, hesitant rhythm of a doe making her way out from a line of trees. "You?"