(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Dawnika Snow]

The dark haired man extended his hand towards her, with his gift in hand. A pair of chopsticks painted black. It was simple and pretty cool, she thought, but she didn't want anyone to think she was going soft. Nevertheless, Dust's unique kindness and understanding was reaching out to a soul crying out to be saved under a steel tomb. It was the same feeling she had felt when she first met Rogue, and one she hand not felt more times than she could count on her hand. She took the chop sticks from Dust and to both of the men's surprise, was able to use them quite easily.

After she had finished the plate of food she had stolen from her new friend, Shinmen discussed the pairs truce in the competition, offering the assassin a spot in that truce and explaining the rules.

"I am a mercenary. I get paid to kill people, but I see that the circumstances in this event leave me without much of an option. I will need at least some allies if I wish to make some good payout. If you will allow me, I will gladly join this alliance. I'm a tactical assassin, guns and scouting are my forte." She explained. "I should be able to find you two easily in the field so don't try so hard to look for me, I'll find you. I swear my guns will not train on you until you are my only enemies remaining." She said with her fist to her heart as a sort of swearing gesture. "May luck always shine her grace on you both."