"Oh, Maxwell, that's mean, I'm sure most Nevarrans are perfectly normal people who just...really like...dead corpses running around." She replied blithely, the reference going straight over her head as she assumed that they were taking a moment to trash talk some random country in Thedas. Hey, who didn't like poking fun at other countries?

She smiles back at him, reaching out to pat his arm. "You, too, Maxwell. I mean it. I know...there's a good chance we're gonna kick the bucket, but at least we can ride out in a blaze of kickass glory, right?" She didn't plan on winning--Didn't want to win. But she did want to have the arenas not be awful, and that meant sponsors. And she had her ego to consider. She wasn't going to roll over and give up, not ever.