Mari would look to the newcomer that came in.   Giving a genial nod to the newcomer, in response to his hello.   Her gaze roving over the newcomer.  Accessing, wondering what he be like in the ring.  It was weird, the ring it was like an addiction.   That insidiously called to her.  Or was the warping powers, were they addicting.   Regardless,  the slave would seize up the newcomer.