Aruna had sat watching the rapidly growing crowd for threats and sipping her soup. The smells and aromas of the food, all of it exotic, all seemed to shove around and demand for her attention, each one seeming to be more delicious than the last. In the end she settled for soup. It was something she a often in her life of solitude, considering It's simplicity. It was amazing soup to be sure, but still a familiarity amongst the chaos.
 
She found the range and variety of the students as wide and as amazing as the food. There were all races, colors heights, and widths. Hell, she had even seen a rock creature come in, she was still eyeing it warily. Aruna had decided to pass the time trying to figure out how she would defeat some of the students in combat. It was a wonderful mental exercise that kept her on her toes.
[i] Human, moderately armed, armored except for helmet, obvious training: Rear approach, check shoulder to prevent turning, hands to chin and base of skull, neck-snap. Alternate: Check and grab shoulder, arm around throat, grip jaw, single-arm neck-snap.[/i]

Then she noticed Ssarak and her blood heated. She couldn't help it, but a small blush also rose to her cheeks. She looked away from him and tried her mock fighting on someone else to try and ignore him
[i] Elf, lightly armed, heavily armored, no helmet, tall, very good training: Side approach, low kick to knee, grab arm and pull into broken-leg lock as elf leg stiffens in pain response, finger-stab under jaw or eye, grab under jawline, neck-snap. Alternate: Front approach, paired punches to vulnerable plates just below neck, drop-elbow to collarbone, tail sweep while coming up to stab in the ribs.[/i]

Ssarak noticed her and headed in her direction. She actively avoided looking at him, but couldn't help note his position. She hoped he wasn't coming to talk to her.
[i] Human, lightly armed, lightly armored, seemingly proficient at magic, possibly a master, average height: Front approach, throat-punch to collapse airway, arm control lock to delay magical response, hip throw, grip chin and scalp, neck-snap.[/i]

He was definitely headed in her direction looking directly at her. She sighed, it was a bad impression to leave, fighting at a prestigious event like this, but if he came over, she might just do it anyway.
[i] Black Esyire, heavily armed, heavily armored, tall, expert if not master with weapons: Top approach, double-strike to eye ridge, slide down between blinded target's rising arms, precision strike to throat, secondary strike to counter physical response, quad-kick to bend target, grip each side of skull, running-spinning-leaping-neck-snap.
 Alternate: Run.[/i]

He arrived at her table and she tensed, but when he explained everything to her quickly, she stopped to think. It was something she hadn't considered, that he'd honestly been confused. She wasn't sure she believed it. Either way, she wanted him close to her, so either he could explain, or she could kill him if he made a fool of her a second time. 
She nodded to him, then motioned to the chai next to her.
" Apology excepted. Take a seat. But, believe me when I tell you that I will be watching you, and if you try anything."
Her slitted pupils narrowed as she looked at him with fury.
"You will regret it."