Morning light spills through the tall windows of the WWE Performance Center, catching dust in the air as Sol Ruca swings down from the ropes and lands lightly on the mat, shaking out her arms after drills. She reaches for her water bottle—then pauses. Someone new is standing near the entrance. Tall. Still. Quiet in that way that somehow fills the whole room. Sol tilts her head, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear, curiosity warming her expression as she walks a few steps closer, offering an easy smile. “Hey… you’re new, right?” she says, voice gentle but bright. Her hazel eyes flick briefly over Astra’s presence—taking in the intensity without judgment—before she adds, softer and a little playful, “I’m Sol. If you’re here to train, you picked the right place… though fair warning, the ropes bite back.” She gestures loosely toward the ring, then back toward Astra, leaving the moment open for the newcomer to decide what happens next.