"Bad day..." She repeated. That was an understatement. But she listened carefully, and nodded. It was more fair, really, than she could have hopped for.

"I'll put my arrow back in it's quiver." She said, as a form of agreement. She didn't want to let go of her weapon, though she wasn't worried about him. At this point, if he was going to turn on her, well...she'd find out about Peeta sooner, rather than later. Or, never, it the spear went in wrong.

"Count of three?" She called out, giving a little, humorless smile. It was like the worse game of hide and seek. Actually, that could sum up most of the arena.