"Probably with good reason," Dana conceded with a shrug. Like a kitten, she batted at the punching bag that Victoria had cold clocked and felt the creaking of weak chains, an inch from snapping loose; old moorings in an old gym creaked unsteadily. The Japanese girl's eyebrows raised up, matching a grin that looked faintly aroused at the prospect of being on the other end of one of those punches. "But [i]you[/i] are a grouch. Very grumpy. You don't trust many things."

Dana stood on the other end of Victoria's new punching bag, assuming the same taunting position she had before. At this point, she was wiling down the minutes until lunch more than anything; she already had heard or pieced together many of her best friend's reasons for disliking this Slayer. Some of them even made a lot of sense to Dana. But the damage was already done, in her opinion - she was in their town, knew their faces and who they were, and she clearly wasn't going away as long as there were vampires around or this librarian to gas her up on her own heaven-sent modus operandi. 

They'd have to learn to live with her, at the very least, if not work together as it seemed Casey and the librarian wanted them to do. Dana was fine with another girl on the roster, even if she knew why Victoria wasn't. There were billions of girls in the world. Any of them that weren't vampires were a-okay with Dana - as long as they were tough.

Honestly, it was like no one else [i]understood[/i] that she wouldn't even be [i]able[/i] to get off on the fight unless the Slayer was tough...

"Gotta see if someone's a weirdo first," Dana continued with a shrug, climbing up atop the punching bag and straddling its sides, so that her weight slowed down the swings that Victoria's blows threw it into. She'd need to put more effort into her punches if she wanted to budge a fourth-generation warrior like Dana. "Before deciding if they're evil. Or psycho. Fighting weirdos is the best way to determine their...their...weird[i]ness.[/i]"

Her stomach growled, cementing her course of action in her head.

"She's eating lunch with me. So we can see for ourselves. Don't worry. You worry [i]waaaaaaay[/i] too much. I'll do [i]all[/i] the talking."

Dana beamed.

"Charm offensive? That's the word? Yes?"