Alex blinked when Jerric urged her foreword, holding herself from digging the heels of her feet into the floor. Stumbling foreword onto the open course she froze; eyes staring back and forth between the other 'players' as Jerric had called them. 
  Standing up she clenched her jaw, glanced back at the sloth man, then smirked and slowly stepped foreword. 

 She watched their movements and studied their strategies. With each dribble of the ball she grew a little more accustomed to how the game worked. It really was simple.....one team tried to score in the opposite hoop, while the other did the same. Each hoop was a score....or so she assumed.

That was around the time Armaldo stabbed the ball with his claws; a rather funny situation despite the defeated look on the guy's face.  

  Alex smiled encouragingly to him, then nodded to the others, "So....mind letting me in on a game and guiding me on the first few runs? I'm a little new here."