No, no -- if South's learned on thing it's how to pick her fights. Here she'd had the advantage of the elite Freelancer trianing regimen and her own bile against the lesser trained albeit enthusiastic corwdbase. As far as fighting went, Tex was way out of her league. Better she avoid fighting if at all possible.

Fortunately she had a few other cards up her sleeve. She makes her way over to Tex, a slow, calculated saunter, looking her up and down.

"I'm not running, but I'm not stupid. I don't want to fight you but I will if I have to. So today can go one of two ways. One, we have a nice little chat and leave it there, you turn your ass around and get out of my face. Or two, we fight, you win, and I pull out all the stops in making your life miserable. And before you think I'm not capable, just remind yourself I have nothing to lose."