Of All The People To Bump In To....

Lifted an arm to prop her chin on to of her awaiting palm, head tiled as she watched Peggy. It was slightly awkward given her standing position as well as the gentle rocking of her body as Peggy pedaled the bike which in turn shifted her as well. Her brow raised slightly catching the whiff of an actual challenge in there. "A wager huh, your terms need adjusting."

"We'll spar when you recover. If you win, I'll watch however many matches you want with you. When I win..." She cracked a smirk at her playful choice of words. " You have to do my howl... Not just once, as many times as it takes until I feel you got it down right." Leaning back, she stretched out an arm over the handlebars to offer a handshake. "Deal?" She raised her brows again slightly. "Unless you're scared... Owooooo." She gave a soft, cute mini howl in Peggy's direction.

Lucia cracked a smile when she got a laugh from Peggy. She had warmed the Irish woman up to her far quicker than she had expected after they first little exchange in the gym. It was amazing how pleasant the other woman could be wen she wasn't trying to rip her head off actively. "See, I told you it's great." She mentioned offhandedly about the howl. Lucia wasn't really scared, though it was slightly intimidating. With a clear head, and a firm grasp that she wasn't quite as insufferable as she was trying to be when they were in the ring, Peggy no doubt had a far greater advantage in a match up between them. Yes, the redhead likely wouldn't be 100%, but she had seen most of what Lucia knew while the lone wolf had no doubts the more practiced wrestler had quite a lot more to show her, painfully. Her only hope was it wouldn't be as serious an affair as their first match, she really din't want to go around punching Peggy in the head again after she got sidelined for her concussion.

She glanced back over her shoulder. "Gym ring should be fine." She turned back to eye Peggy. "Can't think of any stipulations really, though I don't know all of them. If you have something in mind, I'd be up for just about anything." She idly drummed her fingers along the console of the exercise bike. "Should I avoid the whole..." She raised up a balled first, giving the side of her head small nudges on the side, pantomiming punching to the head. "Lay off with that, or are you going to wear protective gear or something?" While she was playing it off slightly humorous by her tone, keeping things lighthearted, it was a serious concern. She was in this business to entertain and make money, not to ruin other people's dreams. She had seen enough of that in the film industry.

"Look at you, recovering from an injury and already talking big. Careful you don't bonk your head on the ceiling living out tall tales." She wagged her finger at Peggy. "I don't know if you can handle me going all out. I was only about... I dunno, 18.6% during our match." She gave a small shrug, playing it off sarcastically, giving back a little smack talk herself. "I was thinking it was worth giving a whole 20%."  

"I guess I'll just have to whip up some new moves." She smirked, tapping her lips with a finger. "You don't happen to have any obvious weaknesses do you? The color yellow, water, kryptonite, anything?" She tilted her head, playing the joking question surprisingly straight. Though, she was an actress after all, so it made sense she could. Leaning back she stepped back over the front of the bike, making her way back over to her duffle bag to scoop it up. She slipped the strap up onto her shoulder before turning back to Peggy. "Have your phone on hand so I can send you my info? If not I have some paper and a pen, maybe a marker, in my bag." She gave the duffle a light pat.

"Was hoping it was water, quick easy way to just melt you on the spot. The green wrestling gear through me off, wicked witch vibes." Lucia dipped her hand into her shorts, fishing out her cell phone. She peered down at the device, flicking her way through it. Funny enough, she didn't have her number memorized. She didn't give it out all that often so had to find it in the the phone's information section. Once she found it, she went ahead and read it out.  "Just send me a text when you get a chance and I'll add you from that." She gave a small nod, tucking her phone back into her pocket.

Lucia reached up, adjusting her bag. "I should get going." She nodded her head towards the locker room. "Pretty sure my trainer would give me hell over not keeping to schedule, lollygagging instead of jumping into my workout. Social interaction isn't penned into the training routine... They might be a robot or something." She flashed another smirk. She wasn't really sure what her trainer's deal was. They seemed like some ex-military person with how strict they were with it came down to getting to work. It wasn't new, dealing with people like that, a lot of fight coordinators in the business had been like that. "If you think of anything else or just... want to chat or something, you have my number. If it's something that comes to mind immediately... Well, I'll be in the gym for another hour or two so it shouldn't be hard to find me."

Lucia backed away from Peggy with a smile, giving her pocket a small pat when the bird tweeting sound of receiving a text was heard. "Don't mention it, I'm just cool like th-" She backed right into an elliptical machine, stumbling for a moment before she recovered, arms outstretched to keep her balance. She looked around her making sure none of her belongings had dropped and that she hadn't knocked anyone or anything elver before standing upright. She drew in a long breath through her nose, composing herself to pretend that this hadn't just happened. She glanced to Peggy, clearing her throat softly.

"Looking forward to it." She turned on the heel of her sneaker, carefully weaving herself around the workout machines on her way to the locker room. She moved at a slightly brisk pace, not only did she have some lost time to make up for, but she didn't want to stick around if anyone else had seen that. She threw a hand up over her shoulder, waving blindly as she slipped off into the locker room to go put her stuff away. She had to get to work.