She'd keep that crazy little piece with her for the rest of the arena. Not in her hair, of course, because it wasn't really the best for running around. But she'd keep it in the new bag that she got, and maybe she'd get a new one when she got out of the arena. Maybe.

"It's a date." Cindy grinned back. "Don't worry so much. You stay alive, okay? And I'll do the same. I'm sure we'll see each other again, soon."

Cindy would be the one to leave first, slipping out the door and running back to the relative safety of the elevator shaft.