A look of sudden dismay flashes across Chariot's face at the suggestion of him cutting Tuesday up during a sparring match, but he nods in acceptance of her accounting of her own well being. " God. I'm glad you're good. I'm glad your boyfriend was here to... attend to your health." Chariot winces at his delivery, internally cringing at how awkward that sounded.
"I think it would have gone faster," he says, thankful for the change in topic from how Chariot knocked out Tuesday to how the match went. "I don't mean to disparage your skill Tuesday, but I think I might have had an advantage in that case."