Nah, she's not that sort of person and hey, as far as she knows, he's from a world that's trained to fight from a wheelchair. Maybe it's a sport, like basketball...okay, maybe not, but she's heard stranger things.

She likes the accent even if she can't place it. It makes her smile a bit as does the hint of a challenge in his words. Like Ivar, she's spent much of her life being underestimated. She's too small, too blonde, too much of a girl to be any good when it comes to a fight. Funny how a group of people hundreds of years ago thought women more capable than they often do in the twenty-first century. "Come on then," she gestures for him to follow her. "I'm Buffy, by the way."