Betting... any good sport would have people taking and making bets all over the place and the Jounin Tournament seemed to be no different in that regard, as there seemed to be a place open and ready for said lucrative and luck heavy business. As such it was almost impossible not to find Yomi in such a place, as she always like the very idea of trying her luck at things like this.
Since she wasn't yet needed for the Jounin Tournament itself, she wore her usual outfit: a black tubetop, black jeans with suspenders, black, glossy combat boots and a long, teal-coloured trenchcoat. With her jet black hair tied back in a short pony and her rather olive skintone, she could've easily been mistaken for a Kumogakure native, if it weren't for the fact that her left forearm was adorned by a tattoo which could only be found in her family and ofcourse, the obvious kirigakure headband tied loosely around her neck and resting upon her perky chest. Aside from that she wasn't a stand out to begin with, being of average height and of a rather slim, yet surprisingly strong build, Yomi simply looked like a woman of her age should look: young, fresh and far more seductive than any teenage brat could ever be.
True to form in all of her off-day and off-duty moments, she didn't even try to truly expose her shinobi status, as besides the headband, she had nothing else on her to signify this: no pouches with hidden tools or medicine, no straps with kunai or shuriken. Not that she needed any of those in the first place, not when there was no need for them and certainly not if they made her stand out a tad bit too much when she wasn't yet competing in the tournament.
Almost bored because of the waiting and god, waiting was certainly not her strong point, the Kirigakure jounin could finally let out a sigh in relief when the shinobi in front of her had finally placed down her bets. As it was in her nature to be more observative when shinobi were around, Yomi noticed the girl was actually taller than her and had some neat stuff on herself, showing that she probably was used to close combat. Still, she had some betting to do, so rather than keep following the shinobi with her eyes, she turned her attention to the woman who was taking the bets.
"I'll counter those bets. Nozomi will win...after all, she'd only lose to me," Yomi let out a soft chuckle followed by a devious grin which showed her slightly sharper than ordinary incisers. "As for her jinchuuriki powers...she won't use it against Rin...I can bet on that right? So I'll add the bet that...Tsubaki will beat that brat Raijin...sound good?"