Winter pauses, and blinks at her a few times. Then he lowers his gun and shoves it back into its holster at the small of his back. "It was my pleasure." A pause. "Except for all the gore in my hair. That was a pain in the ass."

He's seen her on the network, and at the gym, but they haven't really interacted much. She hasn't needed training or a sparring partner, and he's often full up with people, anyway. "You're Katrina. Right?"