[ curiosity gets the better of her when she passes the vr set up to free climb el capitan like that insane guy -- insane, brave, in her experience it is a healthy dose of both. sam loves to fly and be up high, this looks like it could be a lot of fun.

but it looks like she needs a partner. hmm.

she peers around, using her snap judgments to decide if any of the people near her are normal enough to ask them to play with her. no one strikes her as wicked sketchy and it's vr so the worst that will happen is she falls on her butt in public. ]

Hey, do you want to climb with me?

[ naturally discreet, sam isn't looking to out her valkyrie prowess and wipe the floor with these people. instead she comes to the fight club to watch. ammonite eyes, calculative and wary, study each other fighters as the night passes, sipping a water and then a cherry seltzer. maybe it is habit, looking for the glorious dead, but she honestly doesn't think she is going to find any future einherjar in this underground (and very sweaty) space.

eventually someone asks if the seat next to her is taken and sam genuinely doesn't know if it's meant to be a pick up line so she extracts herself quickly. ]

All yours, I was just leaving.

[ well she is now! this is why teenagers shouldn't go to fight clubs where there are bars. ]

Is this a completely secular society?