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Yen noticed the ki-user enter the room and sit right next to her, eating what smelled like some sort of awful deep-fried “meat” that was so common everywhere in the world. Meat on a stick of various and probably-best-if-unquestioned sources was far too ubiquitous for her tastes. It did not help that she had been on a Buddhist diet for most of her life, only eating seafood when she could sneak it past her master. She sniffed as another person behind her sat as well. There were entirely far too many people in this place, and it was beginning to throw her senses off, even as well honed as they were. 

Deciding to be polite, she tried English first and introduce herself. “Hello, sir. My name is Yen. Are you by my luck a fighter here for the contest?” She almost forgot herself, and rotated her head so that she at least faced him, although she could do nothing about her eyes staying still.