First things first

The bell's about to ring, there's not a lot of time to talk. So you need to get this question out quick.

"What are you doing here?"

"Fighting. Fucking. What else?" Her expression is 1 iota away from bored.

"Who sent you then?"

"No one sends me anywhere squirt." She pokes your chest, hard enough that you have to hide a small wince.

"Then who's the bitch on the phone talking about me?"

No response, except contempt that twists her face.

"Is she the same one who interfered in my match? What're you 2 after?"

Fen's disgust is palpable, & she expresses it with a hard spit in your face. You reel back & gape in stunned revulsion. Audience let out a short sharp syllable 'AAOH!'

"My question now, you going to the hospital or the morgue?" Her tone dropped an octave, as deep as death & just as scary.