Beth was a little surprised at Chris' idea of a fun excursion. In truth, she had hoped he would suggest something...not full of sweaty, testosterone-filled closet homos. Anything, really: Shopping, Cinema, hell, even an offer for a quickie would have at least gotten a laugh from her. Instead, she just stared at the stranger in her house, washing her dishes and offering to take her to a fight-club, an honest confusion on her face as she wondered if this guy was really dense, or something. She had even tried offering him comments and shit...People were hard.

One thing that went in his favour was the name drop though. The mention of Daredevil had her eyes widen slightly and a small smile peek onto her lips. Although she hadn't made it obvious, she had a huge interest in the Supers of the world: Heroes, villains, all those bad-asses that lingered in between. She loved hearing all about the crazy things that happened when they got involved. In her time as a criminal, she'd never really gotten involved in any major heroes. A few E-list losers, sure, but no one as cool as Daredevil or his babe-sidekick/Fuckbuddy/Whatever-the-fuck-Electra-was-to-him.

In the end, Beth could do nothing more than shrug. She didn't want to push her own ideas out there, so maybe some underground fight-shit would be fun enough to watch or...hell...get involved with. She hadn't gotten into a good fight in a while. She hadn't really hit much more than a punching bag for a few months, excluding the poor guard from yesterday that got annihilated. "You know what? Fuck it. Lets go for it. I could do with an excuse to kick some ass, and we could do with not having to think about the shit in your room that gave us both crazy powers."

She turned towards the door, walking towards stairs she had came from. "I'm going to go have a shower or something. I'll be about 20 minutes. Do what the fuck you want: TV has all the channels, and you can probably hook up the old X-box or something. Just clean up when you're done."