"... Ah. A brush with fame." She nods. Maybe, one day soon, she might be able to talk with them, but perhaps not for the reasons they would expect-- she was plenty familiar with a brush with fame.

When an adult man wins a martial arts tournament open to all comers, he is capable, strong. When Natalia Koutolika does this, she is cute. This was one of many reasons she stopped competing. "A shame, really. One can speak of wanting to work incredibly hard while one is young, but we both know the score, yes?"

"... I suppose next time I shall see you is in chemistry lab?"