"Yes, Jean. Venus Dee Milo." She isn't repeating her name so much for him as for when this all gets edited into a highlight reel later. She kicks her knife aside with her bad leg (so the weight goes on the good one) and saunters forward.

"We're both a little rough for the wear, aren't we?" She tilts her head in a congenial manner, but her eyes are ice cold as she sizes him up, takes in his stance, waits until he's far enough from the knife-

-and then lunges forward, stepping with her foot and twisting to throw a roundhouse kick as his head.