The blue-haired punk takes a pull on the cigarette and smiles. "I'm no master at it. Or I've a few others. Mario Kart, of course. Few other bits. But it's mindless violent fun." She runs down the controls.
The loading screen boots up. "Meh, no worries. I'll throw something together. A friend of mine, Sonnie, put me on a real Mexican kick lately. I'm not bad, plus I was left all dad's old recepies and shit. He was a great cook. What I lack in finesse I make up in portions." Because of course she did.
The Iron Master swings from her can as the screen boots up.
3.... 2... 1... FIGHT.
I can check rules at home. I'd figure Dex+Wits or Dex+Composure, especially if they're distracting each other.