[b]Frisky walked around for a second, looking for a place to sit. She ended up just sitting beside him, with no chair. Kinda already destroyed it, but she didn’t mind much. She smiles up at him again.[/b] “Well, I don’t know my real name, but people call me Frisky! Or do I call myself that...? I dunno, but it’s what my friends call me, so just call me that!” [b]Her chipper ness had not died down at all, if anything it had heightened. She was happy that he’d decided to sit down and talk with her, that is what she’d signed up for the tournament for.[/b] “And don’t worry about it! I knew I’d be blown or ripped apart a couple times! That happens even when I’m not doing anything like a tournament! I guess people just don’t like how happy I am... Oh well! It’s nice to meet you!” [b]She sticks a hand up to where he is.[/b] “Don’t don’t worry that I’m tricking you or something, I can’t even lift up a bucketful Of water! I’m really weak, and I don’t have any weapons! Unless you count drugs as weapons. I have a loooooooooot of those!”