Nolita was having her head bandaged as she saw the boy she had just fought approaching her. She rolled her eyes as he offered his apology. "That's quite all right, sir. I clearly underestimated your considerable angst. You win." She admitted begrudgingly. " Don't worry, though. I've always been a remarkably fast healer. My captors even thought I was a witch because of it. I'm Nolita by the way. I didn't catch your name..." She figured she'd better get to know her fellow gladiators, for what little time they might have together before being mauled to death.

It was then Nolita noticed the other man she had fought had returned. His ass-scratching seemed normal, but something else about him seemed... Off. She wasn't sure what it was, but for some reason it felt like the temperature was dropping. Nolita shivered.