There was a time at the start of the year (which even without being dragged to Somnius still feels like a lifetime ago from where they are now) where Bakugou getting in her face like this would have scared the hell out of her. But now, the last thing she wants to is to back down from him. Her intensity is quieter, but no less present. "Thinking implies I might be wrong." She says, shoving her own face a bit closer. "And I know I'm not." She's almost a little surprised at how quickly this got intense—how quickly she got intense—but there's no going back now, and she's in it to win it.

She gets bopped on the head with a wet spoon, an oddly playful action coming from him, and smirks, putting her hands on her hips. "Funny guy, Bakugou-kun. Almost made me laugh there." But she nods. "I've got things I can wear." Training clothes had been one of the first things she'd gone looking for, something light and easy to move in, that she won't mind getting some blood on. Because...yeah. She knows they're probably both going to come back from this quite a sight. Turning suddenly on her heel, she marches to the door to go get ready, before shooting him a look over her shoulder.

"Hope you've picked up a few new tricks, because I sure have." She says with the confidence of someone who knows that's not a boast. "Be ready in five, Bakugou-kun. Hope you are too."