She's got a little piece of paper and a pen from her pack and she's scribbling just a few words. Just the initials really, something mostly meaningless if it were lost, but that will remind her as the day gets closer. Funny thing about paper, still one of the hardest things in the world to hack, requires getting close. Great place for personal notes. Maybe not as good as perfect memory, but the point was just to offer that external jog to it, a single keystone to make everything else click into place.

When Gata gets to Taowu, Sammy lets out a clipped laugh, one that shows some teeth. "I'm just...honestly, after I saw that interview with Lios I just assumed she wouldn't be on my team. I could be wrong I guess, but I dunno, if Taowu wanted to work with me, I feel like I'd have heard about it by now. I can't write it off entirely, but at the same time if I'm paired with Taowu's handpicked champ, it feels like that would be the smoothest possible sailing, so I might as well plan for the opposite, right?"

The question was rhetorical, she's not waiting for an answer. She is rolling her can around in her fingers, pressing on one side, then the other, pushing out a dent with a new dent as she slowly crushes it round and round. "Trickiest thing for me is that I might not be doing speed if I'm paired with Bit and Pashadiah. Might have to be me punching out Lios, or at least keeping her busy the whole time."

Her sit is feigned calm, but she's also never taking her eyes off the building pounce,  watching Gata wind herself up as the wind blows her hair. Majestic, she's so beautiful. Sammy's trying to steady her own breathing unconsciously, her foot is twitching, ready to move in turn. She may be talking shop with her idol, but she's also considering whether one or both of them is about to do the equivalent of flying unexpectedly out of a bush from fifty stories up.