[i]It didn't help that a very particular duelist was patrolling the Dojo's interior at the time JT was streaking through them, and it also didn't help that she was...well, in a jolly enough mood where she'd want to follow the cowboy around pointlessly.[/i] [i]The woman hummed as she strolled throughout the improved establishment, her long dirty blonde hair braided back behind her head. The girl's light brown eyes then locked onto the drunken cowboy - and a smile of both joy and amusement crossed her tanned, angular face. Ren was wearing a separate garb than usual - it consisted of a pure white t-shirt alongside a deep black tank top underneath, while she complemented the light clothing with a pair of tanned khaki shorts. Her feet were simply wearing a pair of bright blue flip-flops, nothing much. Oddly enough, Ren actually had a weapon on her - her sharpened silver and steel rapier, Finesse, hung at her side due to a leather belt that wrapped around her waist. It seemed odd, that she'd arm herself now of all times. But for Ren, one had to be prepared for anything.[/i] "Ahoy, cowboy. Hey; that rhymed!" [i]Ren chuckled, both at the small rhyme she had made and JT's current condition. In the case that he would sprint into her, which he actually might have, she was ready to jolt to the side and probably slam into the wall.[/i]