She pauses. He's right, of course - and people who get disemboweled before they make an impression don't garner a fanbase. She picks up a rock and tosses it in her hand, pleased that her sense of coordination wasn't totally fucked up by the fall or the blow to the head.

"Because I don't have a headache today, you live. But trust me, if I see you again, it's over for you." She tosses the rock and catches it again, taking a step back. "I got nine lives and you don't."

She just does not understand the priorities for these people. It's almost like they're not happy to be here.

She takes off running back towards the Cornucopia.