Carra frowns down at her own legs. “Do you have fucking x-ray vision or something? And if you do, [i]nasty[/i], I have a boyfriend,” she makes a face. She turns to Kit with a shrug. “No clue as to who the hell this ‘five finger discount’ is, but,” she waves a hand dismissively, “it’s fine, nothing serious. I can still fight, and I want to fight. The only one who gets to say otherwise is Lynn.”

Zenith smiles and continues. “Like that?”