"Oh, I'm pretty blue alright," she says dryly, then takes a lock of her blue hair in hand and waves it at him. On some level, she does appreciate that he's thinking of her well being in all this, but she's also fairly worked up at this point and is annoyed at herself all over again for getting injured in the first place.

"I wouldn't underestimate me if I were you. If you worry 'bout scarin' me, I'll have you flat on your back before you even know what hit you. Besides," she grins here, showing off her own, much less pointy, teeth, "with the sweat we'll work up, I doubt I'll get cold enough to shiver." Is that a challenge? It sure sounds like one.

And this time, Haizea winks.