She glanced between the pair of them again, hoping that she didn't look as nervous as she felt; she'd always had a relatively good grasp on her emotions - a saving grace in the last Arena - but this one was already too different to make any kind of real comparisons.

Turning first to Eliot, Ariadne cracked a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I didn't plan on it. What would I have done so with?" A small waggle of tiny, delicate fingers, completely empty. She hadn't even had the chance to check her bag for what it held.

"Working together works better than paranoia. I know that much from experience."