Max inched her way out of the room at the sound of glass crashing. She wanted to check on the crash, but experience told her that it was more than likely a ploy to draw her out. It was a dangerous position: go and check out the noise and possibly get the jump on someone (or more likely get jumped on) or stay and let someone get a few desirable supplies. Either way she had to leave the room she had hidden in since there was only one way in or out and she wasn't about to fail so early on.

Dagger in hand she slowly moved through the halls and back towards the elevators. Now that she was armed she was willing to explore the other floors and even confront one of the other Tributes. She would have to leave her shadows in order to make that last sprint to the elevators. It was a calculated risk. Tightening her grip on the dagger Max moved to make her run and stopped halfway through her sprint. There wasn't a Tribute waiting for her appearance, it was worse, a Nomalie. Her body froze as every frightening story Ben had ever told the unit came back at her. She couldn't fight a Nomalie.