Clementine hasn't ventured far out from the lab where she, Nick and Luke are living. Making sure that if trouble arose she'd be able to make a quick escape back to the others. She's memorised more than one route on how to get there, including some not so obvious or accessible ones, especially to those larger than her.

Being small had its advantages sometimes.

Right now she's looking at the unknown Tribute warily and thinking which would be the best way to run if things did go south. She hasn't ever been directly attacked by an adult yet but there's a first for everything. "My friends aren't far away."

The only thing Clem is armed with a piece of shrapnel, thanks to her decision not to try for the Cornucopia, and that might be enough. It doesn't escape her notice the guy is carrying one of the little alien men's head around with his fingers in its eye sockets and that's really, really gross, even by her standards.