"Hi Jacob." Perceptive types might notice she suddenly sits on her hands, with the umbrella in her lap for some reason. "Yeah, the sign over there says for compete- competi- that word for being in the tournament should sit here. We don't even need a ticket!" The dark skinned girl rocks back and forth in her seat looking over Jacob while also trying to keep her attention on the battle going on in the arena. "That's a neat looking cape. So you are battling here too? Do you have a prediction for this battle? Do you know anyone else battling?" She fires out a quick stream of questions that seem to float around her as much as her braided green hair is doing because of her constant head turning.