"I'm fucking fine," Ellie spits out, in response to both their questions, gripping Joel's arms tightly and pulling her self up, wobbling on the skates. She doesn't look back at the body.

"Fucking... assholes... boobytrapping the whole fucking--" She cuts off, letting go abruptly to grab the side. She's glad, really. Glad that Tess and Joel made it out, even though in a few days all three of them will be dead. Again.

She raises a hand to scrub through her hair - chopped short for the arena, and tsks again as she hauls herself over the rail.

"Just bruises. Nothing bad. They got the worst of it," She muttered, not looking back even as she gestured over her shoulder to where her friend lay dead. "You guys alright?"