"Someone's knife was hungry," she says, before kicking him against the wall. It'll slow him down while she finds a weapon. She could beat him to death, she knows. She could snap his neck now. But that wouldn't be terribly fair.

If she makes this memorable, they'll probably bring him back. It's not guilt she's afraid of so much as betraying her dedication to giving everyone a fair chance. The least she could do for this smart-mouthed wuss is make sure she gives him that.

She snaps a bone from a display of velociraptors.