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[Jenny]

Jenny tries to rub her side with her gloves on, then gives up when she sees it makes no difference whatsoever to the numb feeling his hits brought on. She watches him for a moment, before shrugging.

"Fair dos. Guess not everyone is as free as me, eh?"

She doubted anyone was as free as her right now. She didn't exactly have a job or anything. The money she'd got had come from when she had 'accidently' bumped into a rich fat slob. And nicked his wallet. Actually, come to think of it, she was quite low on money now. Sure, she had a load of those plastic rubbish card things, but she didn't know what they were for, so they were pointless. But there were jackets lining the sides of this room, and phone things on the benches, so she didn't think she'd have any trouble in getting any for herself. She wasn't a theif, not by nature, but she didn't exactly have any other choice. And it was fun.

She raises her hands, tapping her gloves against his once more, a grin on her face. "Good fight, mister. For someone your age, that is."

[PC 192 Rahyne Hanrahan]

rahyne raised an eyebrow and sighed, "I'm not that old missy. I'm only twenty five!" he laughed and pulled his gloves off. Offering his hand he smiled, "Nice tae meet ye Miss Jenny. If ye need anything, swing by the station an' asked for PC Hanrahan."

shaking her hand he climbed out and waved to todd grabbing his things.

[Jenny]

"You're older than me, still," Jenny says with a smirk, arching an eyebrow back at him. He pulls her gloves off as well, shaking his hand firmly, "Sure will."

PC? She wondered what that was on this planet. From the word station, she guessed it either meant the local police (seeing as she had seen that word on the sign on the building), or one of the local travel station places. Probably the second one. If it was the police, she wouldn't have a problem with it though. After all, she hadn't stolen anything from him. And she hadn't shot anyone in ages. Not on this planet at all.

She grins, ducking out of the ring and skipping over to the small pile of her things, spying a nearby jacket. That man Todd's, or something. She tilted her head slightly, trying to see if there was a wallet in it, before looking around at the other stuff scattered around. Reaching out and taking some stuff in the act of taking her own was simple. And a wallet with money in was needed, for her, really. They wouldn't miss it.

She waves a hand back at Rahyne, grinning once more, "Nice fight, mister. Maybe again, sometime," before turning and heading to the exit, slipping the wallet into her pocket.