"Unique's a word for it." But she'll leave it at that. Besides, she has booze to occupy herself right now anyway, so she's set herself to the task of knocking that back like it's water rather than continuing to talk.

The mention of not being a fighter get a shrug in response, since it isn't enough to drag Apollo away from her drink. It's probably a good thing that she's so hardy when it comes to alcohol, with the speed in which she's gulping it down (which is an enthusiasm no doubt brought on by an entire week of not a drop of booze - how horrible, right). She supposes it makes sense that he isn't much for fighting though, considering he is a one armed old man. As far as she knows.

That last comment gets her attention, however. She lowers the bottle and gives him an amused look. "Why, you askin' me to beat the shit outta someone for you or somethin'?"