The fight had been....intense. You were stood on the sidelines, your mouth permanently wide open as you watched the woman deliver punch after punch. But it was all concluded now. The woman had won....which is what you were expecting to be honest. You yawn as you make your way through the vast crowd, having to push past several drunk Zaun folk. You finally spot an opening in the crowd- and dart towards it. As you almost reach the end of the stream of people, your shoulder connects with someone. Someone strong. They grunt, and you sheepishly look at them. It was the woman from the fight. "Hey, watch it!"