Towards the back of the saloon sits a young woman sipping on a mediocre drink with a very cute umbrella in it. She watches the whole scene with some interest, or maybe that's how she always looks when she watches things - it's hard to tell.

Frankly, she doesn't expect much out of the kid who hops on the bull, but that'll show her. He holds himself remarkably well, and Ariane finds herself unusually impressed. So much so that, despite her typical wallflower tendencies, she claps a little when the teenager delivers his bow.

She's also the only one clapping. It's a little awkward.