Bella was expecting to be slightly late to math class. This is not math class, but it seems like the sort of thing she ought to be later to math class in order to investigate. In she stalks, ready for something to jump out at her, wondering if she ought to pull a stake out of her bag.
There are security staff, who turn up when there is a problem. Whatever mechanism controls the door arranges for the security staff to have the ability to subdue whatever patrons they coexist with.
"So right now in a security office somewhere there is someone who can beat up the Slayer and will do it if I take it into my head to do violence."
Yes. Although as a matter of general habit I do not announce who it is on my own recognizance.
"I doubt I'd recognize the name anyway."
If you are very much inclined to do violence, it is not prohibited in the backyard.
"Noted. I'm not nearly as trigger-happy as I seem, by the by."
I wasn't going to mention it.
"You look like you're contemplating me throwing you into a wall, over there."
"It is! But you're a human, so I'd have to pull my punches, and we'd have to go outside."
"I'm a trained assassin," he says. "I would also have to pull my punches. Your boyfriend's not the jealous type, is he? If so, I retract all identification with him."
"We do not have a sparring exclusivity arrangement. I'm tougher than I look, although I suppose if you're envisioning something like suddenly producing a sharp thing out of nowhere and stabbing me in the eye I might appreciate your restraint."
"I know a vast number of ways to efficiently kill people under almost any conceivable circumstance, and comparatively few ways to do less," says Mark. "By my best estimate, you are not tough enough to survive everything I could do even without sharp objects. And I don't want to kill you. So I will try not to kill you."
"If tangling with you is that direly fatal maybe it'd be better to skip it, the entertainment value of being thrown into walls notwithstanding."
"I have some faith in my ability to pull punches - I did not kill any of my martial arts instructors - but the risk is not literally zero," he says.
"Did you almost kill any of your martial arts instructors?"
"Then we're probably good, if that's what you wanna do with your time."
"All right," he says. "If I accidentally kill you anyway I will be very sorry about it. If you accidentally kill me you may assume I had it coming if it makes you feel better."
"I will assume that you decided to spar with the Slayer with the understanding that this may be hazardous to your health. I think I'll reserve judgment on whether you have it coming," she says, and she downs the rest of her Orange Julius and heads out the back door.
Mark follows. For the sake of personal amusement, he does it silently.
"Surprise me," she invites, dropping into a ready stance.
He is surprisingly fast for a baseline human. His style is surprisingly like her boyfriend's, except for when it surprisingly isn't.
After about fifteen seconds, his hand taps the back of her neck and he says, "First kill to me."
"Only if you did it hard enough," she says, rolling away. "You fight like Sherlock - off and on. It's the off that's getting me; I'm used to him."
He does retain a remarkable capacity to do exactly the thing she wasn't expecting, even as the other half of his style becomes clearer. But he doesn't manage another imaginary kill immediately.
And then she gets one that would have staved in his chest at strength.