"Not really," she admitted. "I feel pissed off at myself for getting beaten so easily. I'm hoping training you'll help me feel better."

She then headed for the elevator, checking if Nick was following her. "We gotta hurry. We're taking the tram to Capricorn before the curfew." She hoped that the open field would be less dangerous than the Mictlan. It was closer, at least, so easier to escape and come home.