[She rolls and springs back up, trying to close in before he can run, but his longer legs give him the advantage of distance. There's space between them now and Peggy stays back, putting her hands up in a defensive boxing stance. Underneath it all, she's breathing hard, but the adrenaline rush of competing against a man again is enough to keep her pushing forward.]
Action-- The Next Day...
Well done, Mr. Fittir. Ready for the next round?