"I dunno, I was a scrappy thing back home, might not be as hard to explain away as y'think." By the lopsided sort of smile on her face, she's mostly joking. Mostly. It's not wrong. "You coulda defended yourself, y'know, I wouldn't'a held that against you. Been punched by worse people. The man himself, even. Weren't the first time he hit me like that—or, well, I s'pose it would be, now, memories wise. He only got me once I confronted him during his big finale..."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at that. Ugh. The music metaphors.

"Anyway, believe me, that weren't half as bad as what he'd be dealing with if I had the chance to face him without that metal helmet of his."