>Runners are for after the first shots are fired.
>Keep going. Wish her a good afternoon (or other appropriate time period) when she draws within convenient speaking range.
> Hope that she doesn't know we are in the tournament, and if she does know, hope that we can continue on our way without fighting her, fighting Yuka is suicidal for all but a select few.
> To be fair, it's quite hard for you to disguise your participation in the tournament with gauntlets on, sword at side and goggles on head.
> Also your jaded, steely gaze.
> Over the next few minutes you two approach each other. Yuka's dressed in tight, red jeans, darker red lines criss-crossing vertically and horizontally to form a pattern of squares, and a vest, in a similar colour scheme, over a white shirt. A yellow bowtie serves as decoration.
> She also looks like she just walked away from a fight from one of those select few: she's bruised and looks exhausted and pissed-off.
> You wish her a good afternoon when she's about 15 yards away. She does not respond, but continues striding purposefully in your direction.