As she waited for the bartender to return with a bandage or something, Benni sat with a sigh. Her entrance and obvious distress attracted no small amount of attention, but for good or for ill nobody bothered her until some glasses-wearing, dye-haired weirdo leaned over. His opening statement, remarkable in its uselessness and a little too friendly, earned him only the briefest glance. Benni had no plans to stick around this place, and if someone didn't plan on helping her, they could mind their own business. This dude, however, didn't get the picture. His eyes were all over her, none too subtly, until he asked a question. Immediately Benni froze, her mind racing to try and figure the situation out. Was this guy someone important? A friend of Diavolo's? An enemy? A third party, just investigating? Of course, Benni knew almost nothing herself. She harbored almost no idea of what went on in the shadows, nor did she care to. Her life was exciting enough as it was.

So lost in thought was Benni that she didn't notice as Malcolm suddenly reached up and started trying to force her to drink something. The shock, both of touch and taste, made her sputter, spraying milk over the countertop. For a half second she didn't comprehend what was going on, but it hit her soon enough, and with the realization came a surge of indignant rage. Refusing to swallow a drop, she tried to yell at him, only for her mouth to fill with what tasted like blood. All the while, he prattled on, all smug and vile. Just like that, Benni's restraint broke. [i]That's ENOUGH.[/i]

Shoot to Thrill might have been lurking in the corner of the room, but Rubberband Man manifested straight out of Benni's body. It's torso leaned out of her, incredibly fast, and let fly a brutal hook toward Malcom's kidney. At the same time, Benni herself swung with her entire upper body weight in her right arm, aiming a hook at his head. The force carried her off the barstool and onto her feet. She stumbled a short distance away, and as Rubberband Man flickered off, she wiped fluid from her jaw. "You just crossed a line, freak. Jam crap in my mouth, will you? How about a little trivia yourself? Kidney punches are the real deal. They're so dangerous they're illegal in boxing, but, uh, assault's illegal everywhere, right?" She slammed one fist into her palm. "So you'll be pissing blood for a week. Touch me again if you want to make it two!" Just in time, the bartender returned, and Benni turned to take some of his paper towels with a forced smile. She planned to leave the bar in her dust immediately.