Yeah, fisticuffs. [She reaches over and adjusts El's placement of her fists.] You keep one up to block your face at all times, if you can, but that ain't bad.

[She's seen enough boxing matches, been taught to punch, to protect herself in a pub. When that didn't work, the name of her husband usually did the job. But here, she had no such protection.]

I'm- no, not really. I can throw my weight behind a hit, but that's it. I'm just a regular human, otherwise.