Ah she’s so cool! Sammy could tell the social line was as forced as her own had been. And that just made her cooler! Like the Gata from the arena wasn’t just a show. Or like, she was a show, but the show was real. Sammy hadn’t gone this deep yet, but she could feel it scratching at her. The desire to finish her own can and start wobbling it was so overwhelming that by the time she’d consciously thought about it, she was already mirroring it. 

“I…” what did she want out of this? Gata was right, she already got it. Would be rude to question whether Gata had gone all out or not. A lot of things felt rude, like shouting I’m your biggest fan, you inspired me. Gata probably got that from every third girl she passed in the street…if she ever walked in the street. 

Sammy’s eyes flick out over the city. Wishing Aristeia offered a perch like this to be ready to score from. “…what would you take into the arena for my group?” she finally asks. A real question, technical. “If you were still playing, and looking at everyone, what would you bring?”

Her finger hovers on the rim of her can, and her other hand runs nervously through her hair as she waits.