Asha's not sure what she's dressed as, something that vaguely resembled clothes from the south or the east, but it was certainly easier to move about in than the dress she had been put in last time. The scarf would come in handy too, she felt, and she spent her seconds on the countdown tucking it in to provide less of a hold for someone to grab onto. Later, she'd maybe move it around her waist, but there was little sense in wasting time doing that while other people picked the spoils.

She ran as soon as the gong went off, running before she spotted something she wanted in particular. Last time, there was enough food to keep her going, and so she was keen on getting another bag-- but there looked to be weapons as well, and that only made her run faster.

There was some boy headed in the same direction, and like hell she would lose track of that bag. The race was on.