His hand so close to her face, no matter how careful he is, make those memories replay in her head again. Hands crushing around her throat and lifting her up until she can't fight, can barely breathe- She closes her eyes a moment until she can get her body under control again. This is Maine, not the Meta. This is her friend. And once that battle is done she opens her eyes again and smirks at him.

"We both know I've had worse than this." The soldiers had held back in spite of the fact that she'd taken down one of their men. Seemed they didn't like hitting women and she remembered hearing him muttering nasally that she had gotten lucky. "None of them hit nearly as hard as you." She only half remembers her visit to the medbay after her first match with him. After that she learned to be faster so she didn't have to repeat the experience.

She glances at their guards at his question and then shakes her head, lowering her voice so they won't hear her. "Nothing. All I've seen is swords and bows." Completely primitive. "It's completely primitive."