Although Miss Aldamain didn't have many friends growing up in the temple of her homeworld, during her moments of isolation she was able to enjoy the gorgeous scenery that had surrounded her. This field was of no match so was hardly worth mentioning at all. Did she feel homesick to finally leave her monotonous life that she had grown accustomed too? Or perhaps this place really was that drab. One would think she'd be excited for these changes, but her face didn't show it. Her narrowed eyes and serious expression made it look like she was some angry villain, as evident by many of the individuals nearby doing their best to avoid her, taking one look at her and then quickly darting away for, apparently, fear of their safety. That was probably for the best for the weaklings to know that they were outmatched so that they wouldn't waste their time and lives fighting against her. Even if they all had teamed up her victory would have still been decided before the battle began. Some continued to stare at her for various reasons as she passed by but she ignored them all, searching for...well...maybe she'd know it when she saw it. 

That's when she locked eyes with another woman making her way over in her direction, not fleeing or avoiding her like all the others. Miss had a feeling like she was an even match, perhaps. Interesting how she'd run into someone of her power around these parts so soon into the competition. Miss was sent to the arena to serve as entertainment, so perhaps it would be proper to fight in such a match, unless she was overestimating this woman from a hunch. Well, she wouldn't know for sure what she was capable of until engaging in combat with her. 

"Welcome, warrior. My name is Miss Aldamain, and perhaps, if it's okay with you, we could engage in a match at our full strength," she spoke up after bowing. Bowing to her was second nature due to those she was interacting with the most having such a culture. She didn't want to offend someone she didn't know, even if they would still be fighting each other to the death anyways. 

In her right hand her spear was drooping lazily down into the grass, not out of trying to conceal it but she didn't yet bother to make an effort to defend herself. She could get ready at a moment's notice and assumed that this lady wouldn't all of a sudden attack without confirming their battle. Perhaps she was naive due to lack of interaction with others, but she assumed this was how things would work out.

A few people continued to watch her but from a safe distance. Apparently they were more interested in seeing a battle between two people of higher skill then taking part in their own fights, at least for the time being.