The odds would be, Aña thinks, in her favor even if the woman wasn't winded, but it's the offer of coffee that really gets her invested. She grins back, a little nervous under the mischief but plenty competitive.

"All right, you're on!" she declares, pushing herself to her feet. She hesitates for just a second when it comes to removing her glove and her overshirt, but it's not like she's gonna get her old arm back, and it's quickly getting too warm for her long sleeves, so she might as well rip off the bandaid. At least she'll have something to focus on that isn't the stares she knows she'll get. If this cute girl doesn't get freaked out and run off.

Glove in pocket, overshirt off as quickly as she dares, and she avoids initial eye contact by busying herself with tying the shirt around her waist. "What's our route, then?" she asks while still looking down.