What's with all of the children this arena? Anna thinks, spotting Sandy lurking at the table. This one she remembers from the last arena's coverage being killed by the shapeshifter in a crevasse but not before being terrified to death.

Eliot's able to handle himself for now, so Anna approaches slowly, holding out a piece of makeshift crowbar in front of Sandy's chest to keep her from getting any closer to the table. "Hold up. It's a trap."

Anna pokes at the bag with her bar, nodding towards the tea pot as the lid begins to move.