"Well, they've given me a few things. Gave Nick more." She shrugged. Nick was more entertaining than she was. Killed people, made good television. She was new, and she suspected what she had gotten was part of the interest in the three of them. Sponsors had sure dried up, after he died. "I guess it depends on how exciting they find you? But no--It's not just you. I don't know if they're just voices meant to scare us, or if they're real but personally? I don't want to find out."

She finds it a little odd he just assumed that he was hearing things--The first explanation to her would be that it was created by the arena, some sort of boogeyman to terrorize them. But she shrugged it off, because his next question made her squint, arms crossing. "Yeah. I've got myself to keep me safe." Maybe she was just taking things too personally--None of the guys had ever questioned her ability, after all. And to be honest, being alone here was not fun. Being alone in her world meant bad things. Stumble off from the group, something was going to try to eat you. Not much use in trying to be independent, there or here.

But she couldn't help but feel her feathers ruffled, anyway.