Kitty's motorcycle zoomed past at precisely that moment. It was so silent that it was almost impossible to hear anything but a faint humming sound as it passed. Brunette hair streamed out of a red helmet.
She found a place to park, and made her way to the area set up for spectators. She hoped someone sold snacks. You can't watch men beat each other bloody without snacks.
The thought made her snerk, "Great, Kitty. You're turning into something else aren't you."
The locale was the third seediest place she'd ever been. More than one person looked at her with a slightly predatory glint in their eyes, and she looked at them steadily. Showing any sort of weakness would really ruin her day. Or improve things if she got to punch someone.
She found a place to sort of lean against and looked around for Obi.