"Brooke Riardon, from Shropshire," she said giving Sato a nod. Would it be more proper to bow? Or would it make her look like a dork? She opted not to, the fear of looking stupid a high concern for the young woman. "I don't know, honestly. I'd like to check out the competition, see who might be worth having as a rival, myself."<br/><br/>She shrugged and started to untie the apron she wore, slipping it off and folding it neatly over one arm. "Relaxing sounds amazing, and I expect it'll be in short supply once things really get going." Her eyes flickered to the RAs, and she smiled a little. "But I also think they'll note it if we do. I'd rather make a good impression than rest, I think."