Montresor was a little exasperated that he was still finding out hardly anything about the reclusive, yet actually strangely charming woman, but he didn't expect to learn all that much really. Just like him, she obviously had secrets, and he wasn't enough of a hypocrite to deny her them. "I played soccer through high school, actually, but when I got to college, they had a really low number of athletes trying out for the mech team, so they invited good players from the other teams to see if they had any potential. I guess I had that potential, and it turned out I enjoyed it loads more than I would have expected, so I played for the two and a half years until I left," he explained in a somewhat low, yet relaxed tone, leaving quite a few blanks as to why he left the college and how he went from that point to joining the pros, and where he got the money for a fully-outfitted mech, and of course why he took on the alias and the mask.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Moon chuckled for a second at the joke before answering again. "Sounds a lot better than just sitting around and wallowing in your riches. If I ever had anywhere near enough money, that's something I could see myself doing. You only have so much time on this world, might as well see as much of it as you can," the foreign pilot agreed, glancing at his watch to make sure he was still on his break. Mr. Alvarez would probably be interested to hear he ran into another pilot out on the street, although the only ones he followed the matches for were Moon and the descendants of his old teammates, the Malrain siblings and Ysena Mors. He sometimes joked that Moon was filling the place for his own son, who was a holo-technological consultant, if the joke didn't just come down to Takashi being an old man for already having a granddaughter in the ring.