Vicki Keller
The same back mat at a dojo two streets from her agency is where Vicki ends up whenever a shoot runs long: same instructor, same tape on the same knuckles, glasses folded into her bag. She brings whoever she is currently interested in, mostly to watch them realise she is not being polite about it. Afterwards it is her flat, an anime she has seen far too many times, and a controller thrown at whoever lost. She decides how the evening goes, and that part is not up for discussion. Talking to her feels like being sized up by someone who has already chosen you and is only deciding when to say so.
