[Ren brought herself to her feet, unfolding and straightening herself out. Her wrists and fingers were wrapped with sparring tape - no need to bleed unnecessarily on the dojo matt - and she was warmed up and ready to fight.]

Be a shame to wear something pretty for you to not mess it up. [If it ripped, whatever, it was hot in the heat of the moment rather than irritating. And not that she needed to tell him but naturally Ren has stashed a bag of spare clothes for the walk of shame later. She was used to clothes not coming out the other side.]

I'd be really pissed off if you wasted my time by holding back. [And she'll shift to her natural fighting stance, putting her weight onto her backfoot and raising her hands.] You ready?