"So we'll need like...1000 credits by the end of the month, right? Heh...sounds like a challenge." She made a fist with one hand and hit the palm of her other with it. "Now, about this fighting...since it's still pocket change we're talking about." An anticipating smirk appeared on her lips. "How about you show me to the closest bar where people are likely to pick a fight? Can't think of a better place to test my skills, and I'm sure some of them would fight for a bet of 10 credits, right?" All she knew was that this place, the junkyard, was a haven for criminals and thugs, so such a bar shouldn't be hard to find.

The thought of a smoke after a few fights for some reason, so Eve decided to take the lighter and cigarettes with her. And as she stood from the couch, she seemed a bit...different. As if she was a bit too eager to fight someone. 

(Meh, short...=/)