Theo's inscrutability was doing work on the spirit. A consummate people pleaser, she was constantly looking to him for cues, and the lack of them was getting to her. Her spirited response didn't last, and she began to fidget, suddenly trying to divine what Theo might define as 'well'. She'd gotten the tar beaten out of her, but her opponents had come out worse, as far as she could tell.
But was that a fight gone well?
“Well, um,” she muttered, making the mistake of looking away and leaving herself blind to Theo's reaction, if any. However, she couldn't bring herself to look back at him yet. “I suppose- yeah? I- won the fights. Except-” She absolutely had not won anything while sneaking into Max's dream. And the creature outside the gala? No, not at all. “Well, most of them, yeah. But uh- Sometimes I went with the tried and true 'run away' tactic.”
But was that a fight gone well?
“Well, um,” she muttered, making the mistake of looking away and leaving herself blind to Theo's reaction, if any. However, she couldn't bring herself to look back at him yet. “I suppose- yeah? I- won the fights. Except-” She absolutely had not won anything while sneaking into Max's dream. And the creature outside the gala? No, not at all. “Well, most of them, yeah. But uh- Sometimes I went with the tried and true 'run away' tactic.”