Kaz has been keeping an ear to the ground when it comes to Nexus business -- both over and under the table (partly, purr-haps with Nekomata's help). He's wandered his way over to the arena on the day of the event with every intention to place a few bets and scope out possible recruits, but the promise of violence proves to be very alluring. After spending way too long as an old man, he's been itching to reassert his youthful vigor.

Snail sees the glimmer in her commander's eye. As clever as he usually is, he's still blinded by occasional surges of machismo. She raises an eyebrow when he lingers at the sign-ups. "Señor?"

Kaz doesn't seem to hear her. Instead, he tugs at his scarf, mind teetering precariously between prudence and pride.