The weapon is the main thing that has Nill's concern, at least for the most part. Her eyes dart to it again, understandably wary, but now that his hands aren't actually near it she doesn't seem quite as wary.

She finally steps out of her hiding spot, obviously small and perhaps not suited to the sort of environment that the gamemakers have decided to throw them into this time. She lifts her hands at first, as if about to gesture something, but realizes with a small frown that it would be useless. Likewise she has no pen or paper to reach for. In the end she settles for rubbing her arms in the hopes that it's an indicative enough response. The fire. She must be hungry, as are many of the tributes, but she doesn't spare the food so much as a glance.