I’m fine. [A few spectators had tried to lay hands on her after she got out of the ring, but she had put a stop to that very quickly. Zam doesn’t particularly like pulling the whole monster facade -- she’d much rather present herself as a person -- but she has to admit, given the right crowd, it can sure as hell clear a room.]

Well, even if I don’t owe you: thanks. Really. [That had been a bad situation all around. Without his help, things could have gotten a lot uglier.] I would have hated for any of those bastards to have actually made money on that match.

[She suddenly seems to remember something.] Oh. [She reaches into one of the pockets of her new clothes and pulls out the electrical tool he had given her earlier.] I had to leave the rest of it behind, but... [She hands the tool back to him, handle first.] I believe this is yours.