Takumi noticed a grungy, colorful girl. Her desire for a fight to erupt was obvious from her slightly adversarial posture, although, she apparently didn't want to fight — her posture was hidden under a slouch.
He shrugged. He could defuse the situation, but didn't feel much of a need to, yet. "I guess, none of the students here are wimps enough to be seriously hurt from the tussle."
Instead, he calmly walked around the quarter of the crowd-ring, semi-consciously slipping into weird and erratic shudderstep, coming up to the colorful girl from the side.
— What are you doing? — He calmly asked, his voice low and collected.