With more dramatic flourishes than she needed (by far) throughout the ehole process of helping Ming don her armor, Kyoumi couldn't help but admire her. Fighting in her place in what she had to kniw was an unfair fight...was there anyway that Ming was...interested in her? In the way she thought the monk was? It was certainly more romantic to act as one's champion than it was to challenge one to a duel, so if ahe had to pick, Ming would be first choice every time. After the last piece was secure, she snuck in a little hug she didn't think would be too obvious through the armor, almost as payment. For the noodles. And the song. Definitely not for the romance. Because there was no way that's what it was.

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And then there was the guy who had to interrupt the moment (that had in fact interrupted [i]before[/i] the "moment," which had to be an extra special kind of rudeness). He seemed nice enough, at least, and did invite them to share his room. Whatever information he gave ptobably wasn't his main reason for inviting them. Either he was going to kill them in their sleep, or he was using them as bodyguards in case the competition broke in by...whatever means they'd have to do so. But she had nothing better to do, and they were a group and had to stay together, after all, so she followed quietly onto the elevator and into the suite. It was indeed impressive, even more so because she didn't expect much at all for some reason. She remained nearby, not apeaking a word.