Dusty smiled politely at Jeshua, until he turned his back on her to lead her down the street. As soon as he wasn't watching Dusty rolled her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line. She hated people like him, smooth talking smooth hair and smooth looks. Asshole. 

The walk to the Jungle Gym was uneventful. The appearance of destroyed cars and buildings didn't phase Dusty, she had never seen a working car or a brand new building. 

Entering the Jungle Gym felt strange. There was a sense of Deja Vu looking around at the ring and the equipment. And yet it felt different. Much smaller, quieter. More focused. For the first time in a long time Dusty felt like a child again, a child who was about to enter the ring for the first time. She swallowed down the lump in her throat. 

Her nostalgic recollection was ended by Jeshua. She frowned, disliking being called a little girl. Dusty raised an eyebrow. 

"I've never fought a girl before, this will be interesting." 

But the prospect of chems was enough to keep Dusty from questioning it anymore.