"Mmm..."

Shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, a towering monster of a woman lumbers into the arena, not stopping to eye the rickety bridge she was crossing as it groaned under her weight with each short step. She makes her way into the fighting area, automatically stopping her obviously drunk gait about ten feet away from the exact centre of the place. Her face is a vacant, surly frown and her posture is slouched - lazy, even. 

Her eyes slowly roll up to take in whoever else had come here, doing a quick once-over to check what he was carrying and wearing once she saw him. She'd make no sounds nor attempt to give or respond to a greeting, the weapons strapped to her and the look on her face surely more than enough to let this man know the greenskin standing in the arena had come here for what everyone else came here for. She'd make no move to draw the halberd strapped to her back, she'd simply stand there and stare at him wordlessly, beady little mottled grey eyes barely looking like they were focused at all, hands dangling loosely at her sides.