Redsand Canyon Nike

Jhala looks up, remembering the woman almost immediately. She had been defeated-- it was a playful spar that occurred for almost reason other than stubborn pride-- and she could never forget that. The woman had spoken, and although it wasn't friendly, Jhala recognizes it as something that is not hostile, so she responds in the other way she knows how-- sarcastically. "Yo-- we gon' fight about nothin' today?" She asks, raising an eyebrow and letting her tongue loll out. She hopes for someone to talk to-- even if it's just an obnoxious stranger-- better than nothing.