"Then he reached up and tore my shirtfront open. "Not much to see, is there?" I said, struggling to talk with a crushed windpipe. "I know, I know, they can fix things like that these days. Call me a feminist, but I think a woman's worth should be defined not by the size of her bust, but--" I rammed my fist up into his Adam's apple. He grunted and stumbled back. "--by the strength of her right hook" I said, throwing myself against his chest before he regained his balance. Cain toppled to the ground. As he fell, I stayed on him, slamming my open hand against his neck and pinning him by the throat. "Yes, I can talk and think at the same time," I said. "Most people can, though I assume you wouldn't know that from personal experience."