A BOY, brawny and large, is lounging at one end of the table. His holo-fig is standing idly in the boxing ring.

Flicker takes a seat across from the boy, who straightens and glances at the woman who escorted her here.

BOY
(disbelievingly)
You've gotta be kidding.

The woman raises her eyebrows and shrugs, stepping off to the side. Flicker takes a deep breath, concentration written on her face. She pulls out her remote and turns on her holo-fig.

The bell sounds and the figures begin circling one another. Flicker takes a few experimental swipes before the boy attacks.