Mauve had spent most of the match watching quietly and trying her best to not fidget, leading to her simply sitting rigidly. She was supremely nervous for Nathan, as she would not be participating in the competition, and she really wanted him to make a good name for Team FIRE. Though Ismael had won his preliminary against that Utsu. Served him right for being such a prick. Really though, she wished him the absolute best, and was undoubtedly Nathan's No. 1 fan, possibly after his parents, if they were watching. He was doing extremely well though, so it eased her nerves a bit.
Letting out a small 'Hmm?' at the thump that'd sounded next to her, Mauve lifted her gaze to find a torso. Lifting it more, she found the face of one Marlon Murk. "Oh. Good day to you Mr. Murk, rest assured that you have not intruded in the least bit. I always welcome the company of my peers. And I appreciate the trying to look out for me and all. Though I am fully capable of taking care of myself socially as well, a fact that you have shown to be well aware of. And this is not even considering the... extra eyes... that are looking out for me if anything gets physical. As I presume you refer to the heir of the Pettibones sitting only a few seats away from us, he wouldn't dare to try anything physically, nor verbally. The press are here as well. He's not the only one who's had some time in the ring. He knows that. Hmph. I can only hope that he does not get too far in this tourney. His head is big enough as is. But I must reiterate this, I do appreciate your actions." One of her practiced smiles, the one with only a sight lifting of the corners, one that lifted even more slightly after a moment, to present a feeling of lifted spirits. Her eyes started out wider than usual, created more of a fake doll look, before softening and narrowing as well, to present more truthfulness in her expression. She was too stressed to be truthful right now. Quickly, she turned her gaze back to the match, just catching herself before, to her horror, she started to crack her knuckles. Tch. Was she taught no better?