Shepard found that confidence put a lot of people off. You walk into somewhere like you own the place, people will usually hesitate to tell you that you don't. Meet their eyes, stare them down, force the issue. Not really typical arena strategy; it was a diplomatic thing, not combat.

But this wasn't really the typical arena.

So, maybe Shepard did some sneaking, but most of the time she did just this; walked up to the bonfire with all the casual confidence she could muster and crossed her arms.

"It's real subtle, Doc," It was, quite possibly, the least subtle thing in the entire mall, up to and including the tributes themselves, "I mean, I don't like mine either, but..."