Roshi observed both her physical form and her combat form. He liked both. Especially her physical form. The way certain things reacted to his moved had him silent for awhile.

Roshi: You definitely have the strength. Who taught you before me? Also, do you have a parent on guardian I can speak to?

He hoped she was a person living on her own. Then he can be a full on manipulator while he taught her.

A pillar of light shined into the unusually large janitor closet from high above. Within the pillar materialized a very tall woman

✞~Zita~✞
Who is't is't, yond requesteth the presence of  Zita The Rapture?

Zita noticed Celena after announcing her question.

✞~Zita~✞
Celena, is't a w'rldly festival already? has't i f'rgotten one of our precious nonce? i doth apologizeth of yond is the case.

Zita's expression motion ever so slightly to display her sadness, but hardly anyone could tell.

Roshi looked the tall woman up and down once. He went to a more serious mode. All the parts he liked to see were covered, just like his wife. Reminding him of his wife was a fast way to straighten him out.

Roshi: Uh.. right. So you must be the girl's mother. I seek permission to train her in my style of martial arts.

He wish he hadn't accepted, but the daughter had the kind of body he liked.

Her eyes narrowed when she looked at him again.

✞~Zita~✞
Thee intent is far from pure, as thee radiateth a lewd and impure aura.  Howev'r, 

celena is fusty enow to decideth f'r h'rself, a matt'r such as this one.  Anon, daught'r, celena.  Inf'rm thy broth'rs, yond i, Zita, shalt beest taking up residence in the m'rtal realm, and thee all art welcometh to joineth me if 't be true yond is what thee wisheth

Zita's previous home was taken by a collector, so she had no place anymore, since then she had been living in Heaven again.