Setting her drink on the floor at a distance she hopes will be out of the way, she stops at his side. Pro wrestling raises her eyebrows, but there's no obvious turn in her expression beyond the surprise. She's seen a lot of creative weapon use in passing, a variety of martial arts, but never wrestlers.

"Have you figured out what to do with it?" She asks, already invested in the answer, easily sold on people striving toward self-defined goals. "Or still in the build-up stage?"