Yen smiled kindly. “Yes, I was born without functioning eyes. Please don't wave your hand like that, though, it gets very annoying.” She brushed her hands down her legs, trying to look demure despite the circumstances. She knew her clothes were well worn and she was probably embarrassing her family right now, but she had just got out of one tournament to fly to this one, and there was nowhere on either of these continents to get good clothes. “You are correct, of course, I am a Nomad, as well. I had the misfortune of arriving late, however, and missed registration by a few hours. I did not get a chance to observe the preliminaries or the first round, nor even the hubbub out side.” She nudged the man lying prone in front of her, who was still very much unconscious, and frowned. “So far, the only chance to exercise I have gotten were these two pigs, and it was barely worth moving for.”

She tried zeroing her face on Calvin. “You say you were beaten by a man with missiles? That seems...” Her frown deepened. “That seems very wrong. Where you eliminated fairly, or by some dishonourable trick?” Her fingers tightened into a fist. “Martial arts may have had to adapt to modern times, but to bring such things into the sacred battle grounds of the ring! I should very much like to meet this man.”

Her head cocked to one side. “You were in the fights, though. This means you are good enough to survive the preliminaries. You must be proud, that is a very good accomplishment, especially given what I can sense running around here. What styles do you use?”