@pltfighter
Maybe she should have been more concerned that she didn't need to go through a few rounds of lesser fighters before getting her "audience" with Vi. It was a bit of a fell omen of what was to come, not that Xue realized it at the time... and now, she's trying to figure out if the person she's across from is even the right one.
The hair is... maybe right. It's tough to come to a conclusion in between the dye and the scraggly nature of it, and what would normally be an easy tell - the tattoos - is obscured by black and white body paint that makes her look like a corpse. Or maybe a harlequin. Nothing good.
The Ghost, meanwhile, is looking quite like herself. White robes, loose around the legs and tight around the shoulders, giving her plenty of room to work without constricting her too much. An expression of dour impassiveness that could almost be read as insult. She looks first to the crowd, nonplussed by the jeering and hollering, and completely turns her back on Vi to properly get the measure of her audience.
There's no way to hear the sigh, but it can be seen in the heave and slump of the smaller fighter's shoulders. She turns around, and rolls a wrist. "...when I heard that you had taken up residence here I was hoping that you'd be using the time to train... in a similar way to how I once did, maybe. I see now that isn't the case."















