Doc and Charly
Charly had lost her first and only bout tonight. Her opponent had been much too fast and much too strong for her. She'd sparred against Talla on the Orville, so fighting superhumanly strong opponents wasn't entirely new to her. But she'd lost those matches, too, come to think of it.
Her basic combat training was just that: basic. And too many of the people at Fight Night were clearly far better trained, in addition to often being faster and stronger. Fight Night was more enjoyable than she'd expected, despite her early loss. She saw the appeal in it now, especially now that she'd seen that people rarely got seriously hurt.
She spotted an open seat up front. The seat was next to a man who was intently watching the action. Not so intently that he didn't notice her taking the open seat next to him, though.
Charly smiled and nodded. "Hello," she said. "You aren't holding this seat for anyone, are you?"