It was obvious that the people wanted to see her out of any of the female fighters they had. Krista spent most of her days waiting for her next match up, the translucent mask she received during her fight with the bear hanging in a makeshift hammock to keep it off the floor. Her blank mask sat on one of the end tables next to her bed as she wore the purplish gold adorned mask. She sat as usual, staring vacantly into a hand mirror she had been gifted. The head handler trying to break in a new set of trainee handlers. His only hope, that this time, none of them would open their mouths and piss Krista off. But there was no guarantee they would.