"No yeah, that's cool. I don't...I don't wanna be you. I wanna be what you inspired."

Sammy blushes, full on honest to god blush. "Ugh, that was so cringe, I'm sorry. I'm...just, look, you were, I was...I grew up really poor, I street fought. Like, a lot. I went to one of the matches you were in to laugh at you. Like, all of you, at all the fancy costumes and idiots prancing around up there for cash without knowing how to do anything real. And then I saw you move."

At this point, Sammy is considering jumping off the building, since no convenient holes have appeared to swallow her forever to prevent her from having to look at Gata. But since that is not forthcoming and she's still got survival instinct, she's forced to press on instead while staring at the most convenient air conditioning unit available in Gata's general direction so she can avoid eye contact.

"..."
"..."
"Look I didn't go down the cat route for nothing. I want to move like you, I want to make other people feel the way I felt when I saw you, and I also want to punch some fools in their goddamn faces. I may not have the raw strength of someone modded like Maxima, but I think this style is top tier for the arena, it's perfect for dealing with synthskin opponents, flexible for almost any team because I can mix speed and aggression to fight or score. I just, I need to get better and I need to have a little bit more, a little bit of something special so I don't get chumped by someone's cheap trick. I need to get better."

There's a lot of emotion flowing through her, a lot of processing, a lot of thoughts swirling and a struggle to say more. It's only after all that happens that one stray thought kicks all the others out of they way. "...and what did you mean about Cross???"