Sammy hesitates. Gata was so decisive. So much like she imagined in so many ways, and also offering such a different worldview from how she thought. Sammy was all in the details, the planning, each specific person and each combination of teams and skills. And Gata was over here talking about eyes and ears and telling her not to worry except about the one thing she had taken as...like window dressing, as deciding what the field would look like and how she'd have to play, but not her focus.

Well, it would be a dumbass move to beg for training and then get too embarrassed to ask for help. So nothing for it.

"She offered to train together. Kraken, I mean. Like, right after my match with Machia ended. Think I should take her up on it, or would she get more out of than me?"

She still flushes. Stupid dumb question for stupid idiots who can't think for themselves, nothing profound, nothing useful, no more analysis, she just didn't know what to do with what she had now. Dumb. She's looking at the cement where she's kneeling, seeing how much pressure she needs to put out before her motions cut a line of white into it. Little white circles, anything to hide her face.