[That snort puts a grin on her face, and she knocks back the rest of her champagne bottle before jumping off the bar to her feet.]

C'mon, let's see whatcha got. [She may be quite a few inches shorter than him, and a hell of a lot more petite, but based on the fight earlier tonight she can still do her fair share of damage.

Just to punctuate her point - and, maybe his - she reaches out to tap his ass with the back of her bare foot in a playful rendition of a spin kick.]

No weapons, just arms and legs. You could stand to pick up a few things for the next time The Hand decides to drop into Hell's Kitchen.