Knowing what to do has never been the problem for Annie Cresta. She knows. She can watch, analyse, react, all trained to be dirty and competent and, if possible, showy.

Actually doing, now, that's the issue, isn't it?

The twirl of the staff slows as the dark-haired woman passes, and finishes as she walks onto the mat. But Annie doesn't put it away. It's too obvious, oh someone is here, I should run. And, besides.

The woman's movements are fascinating. Trained, clearly, but not really how Annie knows. Some movements are familiar, but only because there are only so many ways to really kick.

She rests her staff on her shoulder, the movement relaxed and comfortable, and watches. She's maybe being obvious about it, but it's interesting, and so she focuses. Analyses. Tries to see the patterns in what the woman is doing.