Still using Metalhead as support (though trying her best to cover up the fact that she kind of feels like collapsing instead), she keeps herself steady as she watches Qilby rise to his feet. She may have lowered her defenses now that they've agreed to stop fighting and put some distance between them, but that doesn't mean she's ready to take her eyes off him. She's ended a fight unfairly herself enough times to know not to do that.

She kind of expects some sort of remark out of him though, so she finds herself a little surprised when he says nothing. But maybe he's just a sore loser, she thinks, and maybe he's too annoyed to even talk to her.

And then he's not even looking at her anymore - he's looking at Deathwing, and Apollo can't help but roll her eyes and let out a short little laugh that sounds like a mix of amusement and some disbelief. "What," She begins, holding herself up a little straighter now that she's had time to regain most of her balance and composure. "You waitin' for him to call it? Giveya a score? Or doya just wanna make sure he saw you lose?"