She heard him approach, the kid was not exactly quiet, but she honestly wasn't expecting him to go after her. The end of a very long day, getting more complicated by the moment, and she really just wanted to put her damn feet up and take a break. Which was obviously not happening, as her moment of surprise resulted in a fully successful leg sweep landing her flat on her back. She stayed there for a moment, expecting another hit, ready to take whatever force he'd try to drive down into her prone form and turn it against him. It didn't come, though.

Surrender? He was talking to her. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, brow furrowed in confusion with a not insubstantial helping of annoyance. You know what? No. Not tonight. She wasn't dealing with this tonight. She arched her back and then pitched her upper body forward and off the ground, kicking out at his shin as she came up both for the boost and also just to be an ass. Her boot connected with metal, more solid than she'd been expecting based on the silhouette he cut. Any suit that streamlined had to be incredibly thin. Well, high tech suit or no, she was on her guard now, and another hit wouldn't be so easy to land. He had a weak spot. Everything did. She'd find it.