Inej's eyes widen when he spins so sharply toward her. Now that she's so close... she can see he's the sort that's likely a brawler. Nothing she hasn't dealt with before, but the boy's got a stature that's a little surprising.

"Why do you want to do this? What good could come of it?" She asks, voice light, but a bit brusque, in hopes that she could manage something in this that doesn't have to end in violence. She may be no stranger to it, these days, but she still doesn't wake up choosing it every day.