A nod. More or less, she's following along fine. She doesn't quite feel her question is answered, but the more background is filled out, the better.

"Don't know that I want to imagine the kind of people just in it to be a prize dog," She says, brow furrowing. These people hardly sound loyal, and if fights are arranged — again, she comes back to sport. And sport isn't real, not the way he sounds like he's wanting.

"Really hard up for money, or really into that chick? Or— are real fights with people trained for them that hard to come by?"