"Do you really think so little of my ability to keep things under control, Sigma?" Eva's voice is harsh as a bear trap as it cuts through the air at the old doctor. Here, in the Arena, looking like she's lost control is invitation for an attack, even in front of her allies. That it's her own personality defect doesn't really occur to her.

She hopes Sigma's explanation of her logic suffices. She doesn't want the calculation of strategy and debt out in the air, poisoning their already noxious space.

"If it doesn't work, then I'll have to go further each day looking for any natural source of food here - but the plenty at the Cornucopia tells me they're going to try and starve us out. It's how they force us together when they're being especially uncreative."