Her eyes looked at the building, back at Lydia, "I like her," she told her simply, the girl had spunk and was blunt, like she was, she appreciated it. Just like she was thankful for Lydia, going into this place that Malia was pretty sure she wasn't a fan of as well.
"Come on," they walked in and it was loud, like always, but since she had been here, a few times, she knew the path to where they needed to go. She picked up a wrist band, it was about credits and units here. "We need to get closer," she yelled over the roar. Surviving and hunting for nearly eight years, she had a keen eye for who was going to win the matches.