[So. When Hizamaru decides to swing by the fighting ring on this lovely afternoon, he'll find that someone is already there. Namely, North. She seems to be in the process of idly kicking the dirt with her the toe of her boot, squinting at the dummies like she's waiting for them to tell her the secrets of the universe. Obviously, this is very unproductive.
She'll glance his way as soon as she notices him, though, squinting.]
gently breaks this in with some action.
She'll glance his way as soon as she notices him, though, squinting.]
Can I help you?
[North, you don't own the place.]