((Crazy sibling? This'll be interesting.)) The Dojo's wide corridors and even wider courtyards had been particularly welcoming as near every man and even some women swooning over the female figure, although there was one who had been managing to allow himself to stray from lust and rather stay in a state of collected thoughts and untampered emotions, as opposed to the thirsty men that practically undressed her with their eyes. The man, to answer the question of who he was, had been a cowboy of old with some modern twists put on him. He had the duster, hat, boots and bandolier of bullets that a true cowboy almost always maintained, yes, though an emerald green jumpsuit covered his body and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows under the jacket. His arms were replaced by prostheses, the left black and skeletal with the emblem of the Cobalt Phoenix on the forearm, and the other in the same colour as flesh. Even the lack of thirst couldn't keep the cowboy from being friendly though, so when he found the woman laying amidst the blades of grass in one of the six courtyards, the figure kept his revolvers in their leather holsters and his shotgun across the back of his extremely well built body. "Pardon me ma'am, mind if I lay beside ya?"