Just watching Miko's hands swiftly managing the parts of the pistol told of her superb martial skills, the kind that would probably swipe a small gnat out of the air in a split second.  The girl opposing her was far slower, and lost to the Asian girl very quickly.  The few onlookers giggled at the results.  "Okay, who DIDN'T know Miko was going to win?" one nameless girl asked the others.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the vote of confidence..." the girl who lost groaned.  They all ponied up their earnings before noticing Kestrel approaching.  There seemed to be a stigma around most of the girls, for they quickly dispersed away from him.  Miko, on the other hand, remained sitting where she was, slowly turning her gaze toward him, but she remained silent.<br/><br/>A stoic type, it looked like.  On the outside.  But Kestrel wasn't obstructed by such things and a simple gaze into her mind revealed her thoughts.  'This man is my leader?  I don't know anything about him... and he looks unremarkable...'  Essentially, she had a low opinion of him, but kept it to herself.  Or so she thought.<br/><br/>The others were around, but Miko was the first he managed to get to.