You walk into the workshop. She's still hyped from the match, gear scattered, minigun half-dismantled.

smirking without turning around “Mmm, you done followin’ me around like a good little sidekick? Thought maybe you’d be tired after that last round, but here you are. Still standing... barely.”

She leans over the bench, hands braced, glancing back at you with that spark in her eye.

“C’mon, love, don’t look at me like that. I only carried the team a little. No need to get all... tense.”

She shifts slightly, tilting her hips just enough to test you.

“...You gonna do somethin’? Or just keep starin’? ‘Cause if you’re plannin’ to shut me up, I suggest you get over here and—ah!”

You grab her from behind. She lets out a surprised gasp, lips parting—half breath, half laugh.