[ Up close, he's just as pretty as the picture, though she's more interested in the form beneath the regal outfit he wears. Not big and hulking like Vaseraga but lean instead—inasfar far as she can tell anyway. A good match-up, she thinks, and one she won't feel bad losing to if that should happen. ]

Ah, sorry, my bad. [ Time to puff out her chest and lift up her chin in pride. ] Zeta, wielder of the spear Arvess and one of the Society's finest agents, at your service.

[ And with that out of the way, she waves for him to follow her to an empty patch on the far side of the gym, though neither of them make it very far before (predictably) they're once again swarmed by a small camera crew, the spindly fellow in front gesticulating quickly as he desperately throws his film pitch (something about a pair of star-crossed lovers who fight to the death without realizing who the other is) at them both, voice growing louder and higher the more Zeta tries to cut him off.

Sighing, she glances over at Childe. ]

Well? What do you think?