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WHO| Ariadne and whomever comes across her
WHAT| Trying to find Jeeves
WHEN| A few days after Amy's death
WHERE| H-8, and thereabouts
WARNING/NOTES| None right now

It is official: Ariadne had gotten separated from virtually everyone in the group. It's only partially her own fault, partially the fault of the Arena itself; she wasn't counting herself out until the very end. Sh's running out of food already, though water was plentiful; at least she knows she isn't going to die of dehydration.

But right now, she's trekking further down the Arena, feet only slipping somewhat as she makes her way, following the streams to help herself out. She's murmuring softly to herself, trying to remember the mental map she's created of the Arena as best she can. For now, Ariadne just hopes she doesn't run into anyone hostile, though at this point, she isn't holding her breath. There's only so long she can go without running into anyone, and she's fairly sure she's hit that saturation point.

She's mostly just trying to find where Amy was last, to find where the camera fell. If Jeeves got them sponsors to begin with, maybe if she finds it, she can last a little bit longer.

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Kaidan knows Amy didn't make it and he knows it's his fault. Every canon fire now is Ariadne-- her death, another one he failed. He's still broken and bruised from the rockslide but he's managed to navigate through the Arena easily enough; stopping only to feed himself and drink. It helps that he's given himself a mission-- to find someone from the group. Garrus and Amy are gone, but Shepard and Ariadne... They're somewhere. Kaidan will find them.

In all honesty, though, he never really thought he'd have the luck to find either of them. He's... ah, not been well stocked in that department as of late. But there's a head of hair, the stature and well-- Kaidan recognizes her quickly. He's not one to forget someone who was on his team for a while.

"Ariadne?"

She jumps before she remembers that no one she doesn't truly know wouldn't know her name.

"You're alive," Ariadne states, tone vaguely breathless. She thinks she shouldn't be so surprised; she would have known if he were dead, thanks to the cannons, thanks to the Capitol's tendency to show the dead high above them. She clings to the strap of her bag, letting her nails dig into it instead of outwardly showing her relief that she's finally caught up with someone again.

"I was looking for Jeeves."

"Amy?" Kaidan brightens for a second, but he knows it's short lived. He knows the score. He keeps his splinted hand out of sight but his bruised and bloody face... well, there's not much he can do for that. "She's not here anymore, is she."

"No. A few days ago now," Ariadne replies quietly, thinking about it for a moment. She thinks it's been that long since they separated, since she last saw Amy alive. The realisation bothers her more than she lets on.

She knew that Kaidan was still alive all along, but that doesn't change that he's in front of her now, proving that. "Are you all right?"

"I've seen better days." Kaidan brings up his hand to prove a point, the splinted fingers as he gestures towards his bruised face. Ariadne looks much better than he does, he knows. "I'm glad you're safe."

She does manage to crack a small smile at that, pleased that that was the worst of his injuries, and nods. "It could be a lot worse. I'm not sure how many of us there are left by now. But you too."

It's nice not to be alone, she thinks.

"The numbers are dropping fast. Are you hurt?" Kaidan's voice is honestly concerned and he approaches quietly; trying to look as non-threatening as he can.

"I'm all right," she replies quietly, letting him approach and look her over if he likes. She's tired, if anything; with so few of them left, and with only herself to watch her back, she hasn't been sleeping as well as she could. "Where do we go from here?"