“[b]Well, that depends on who’s asking.[/b]” he says as he sits down, regaining composure. “[b]As far as everyone back home knows, I’m just coming to Tatakai for my journalism internship, trying to document what life’s like here, while escaping the... turbulence in Amoridia. But to someone like you... I came here to see the best warriors in the galaxy fight each other, so maybe I could learn a few tricks.[/b]” He made himself comfortable in the seat, and took off his hood, revealing a young, fit face with black hair, that sat fairly long on his head, though gelled. There was a bruise on his cheek from where he hit the ground during his fight with Rose, though the wound was recovering quickly. “[b]I don’t see the sense in lying to you,[/b]” he continued, “since, y’know, you seem to be the capable type, so I’ll just tell you straight up: I’ve been trying to become a, uh, vigilante.” He hesitated. “[b]In hindsight, that sounded a bit less cool than I wanted it to be. When I was a kid my dad taught me a little self-defense, and back in Amoridia, some private-security taught me a few more tricks. The gear was all homemade shit that I cobbled together. I dunno how I survived, much less won, the fight with that TK chick, but I dunno if I’d be able to do any stunt like that again without some luck.[/b]”