Ariadne doesn't mind the frank attitude; it's true enough. That's why she's on the outskirts of things, trying to find the edge and see what to make of it. She knows that there are probably some whose only goals are to pick off the others, and she doesn't want to get caught by them. She'll hide; she's small enough for it.

"There must be some people who don't mind this," she decides, hand falling to her makeshift bag to check it for flaws. "If it's kill or be killed, we can't just run or hide forever. We have to think of something. There have to be ways to make weapons, even if you don't have one."