Of course, she played along. Any escape was still and escape. No amount of paranoia or preparing could protect against the inevitable. People here either won by the system being rigged or dumb luck.

Maybe next arena she'll just sit down on the pedestal at the Cornucopia and wait to go home.

For now, she just smiles back at Hawkeye, actually thinking. "I don't really. Something comfortable. Maybe just shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. Casual, you know?" Casual. How long ago had she allowed herself to just be comfortable?