"It's not anything I was really ready for," she laments, shifting slightly to lean more into his side. "The last one was about outsmarting people, being resourceful, being good at what you do. This is... luck. Luck finding food, luck getting the right supplies at the cornucopia, luck in not coming across an overpowered asshole. I hate things like this. What was the point of training?"

She's frowning now, her brow knit with irritation, body going tense. "I don't know how this can possibly be entertaining for anyone. We haven't even heard any screaming, that can't be good television."