[She was still working on her own very bright blue beverage, but gradually getting slower consuming it. It was cold, but it felt colder. That couldn't be right, but she was trying her best not to shiver.]

I doubt they would sell on such an open floor. Likely, there's a code for access to a private audience elsewhere for any exchanges to occur.

[It would be too brazen.]

... Have you noticed one of the tournament fighter's odds haven't changed?