THE CHAMPION stands up and walks towards SONGBIRD - SONGBIRD recoils.

CHAMPION looks at SONGBIRD more as if she were sizing her up than meeting an unfamiliar face. She then offers her hand to shake.

SONGBIRD takes it; CHAMPION squeezes, hard.

CHAMPION: Songbird. You know me.
SONGBIRD (wincing): Solely by reputation...

SONGBIRD shakes her hand in pain once freed.

PUNDIT (yelling): Come, come here, sit with us! We were w-waiting on you.

SONGBIRD and ENTERTAINER head for the indicated table.