[Bliss finds Iron Maven waiting for her at the Warehouse]
Iron Maven:
Ruthless, Ruthless, Ruthless.
Bliss Cavendar:
[hesitatingly]
Maven, Maven, Maven?
Iron Maven:
Hey, guess how old I am.
Bliss Cavendar:
[guessing]
27?
Iron Maven:
[not at all touched]
Oh, that's sweet. I'm 36. Guess when I started skating. I was 31. 'Cause it took me that long to find one thing that I was really good at.
[Iron Maven stands, staring intently at Bliss]
Iron Maven:
And you know what? I worked my ass off to get it.
Bliss Cavendar:
[nervously]
Yeah, me too.
Iron Maven:
[smirks briefly]
It's too bad you're only 17.
[Bliss stares in shock]
Iron Maven:
What do you think the league is gonna say when they find that out? Or your teammates, when they find out you've been lying? That's gonna be rough.
Bliss Cavendar:
[pleading desperately]
Maven, please, look...
Iron Maven:
[cutting her off]
No, you look. One day it will be your time, Ruthless, but it's not your time now. And if I was you, I wouldn't even bother lacing up those skates.
[Iron Maven walks away, and Bliss hangs her head and cries]
Bliss Cavendar:
Fuck.