He gives to the contact, weight shifting from his heels as he shuffles a few degrees nearer. It's a minor shift, but allows her heel a fraction more leverage at the back of his leg.

"Not yet anyway. There's a bloke showing me around the giant robots, so who knows." He shoots her leer, threatening all kinds of mechanized chaos, and takes a swig from his glass. "Next thing you know, I'll be a bloody sports star. Though it might make this whole covert operation thing rather more difficult."