Right. Man fight. A test to see who has the hairier balls out of the both of you.

[She doesn't really care enough to get an explanation. Cindy wasn't asking for the purpose to getting an answer, she was just asking because the moment felt like it needed some smart assery. It helps kill the silence as she shoves her gun back into her waistband.

Also, he can glare all he wants. It was a necessary action and if he wants to talk about it, they can. Later. When she isn't armed.]

Good enough to get home on your own or do I need to carry you?

[Because this girl can flip a Hummer without breaking a sweat. Picking up a full grown man is a breeze.]