Felicity doesn't immediately recognize the trap. She's so focused on outrunning whatever the automated clock is counting down to that she doesn't even consider that she has real enemies besides the Gamemakers. For a brief moment, she forgets that there are people in the Arena just as desperate as she is to stay alive, to win. It's only when she pauses momentarily to reassess her sense of direction that the panic sets in. Adrenaline pumping, she turns around, frantically reaching for the phaser she has no idea how to handle, just in case of an ambush.

"Hello? Is someone there?" She asks. The only answer she hears is the voice counting backwards.

Satisfied that she is alone and somewhat secure, she presses onward toward the room next to the apparent cave in, unaware that she's being lead into the maze like a cow to slaughter. It's odd, almost out of place but not quite. She cannot put her finger on what seems odd about it, so instead she uses this moment to catch her breath.