Catching Venus' yawn, Lin's was much more subdued and ladylike. "Yeah, I'm pretty tired." She takes a place across from Venus, sitting down careful as though she were some delicate thing, hoping to cater to the sponsors that preferred a more elegant woman compared to Venus' jocklike personality, but fooling no one. The fact that she might be betrayed does not even cross her mind - no one would make a decision like that this early, not when there are still benefits to be had, she reasons.

Lin isn't quite sure if Venus means for Tributes or for food, but both her strategies are the same regardless. She gestures to her bow, which she learned how to operate during her training. "I prefer to stay at a distance. Pick off the stragglers of a group, or snipe the isolates before they know what's coming. I've only had to use my swords once so far, for some bitch who wouldn't give me my pack." For a moment, her memory reminds her what blood looks like close up, how it oozes so quickly from the head after the blade is removed, and her smile flinches just enough to show disgust. Lin recovers quickly - what was the point of feeling guilty about killing now that she'd come here? She pretends she had to sneeze, and covers her nose with her hand. "Pardon me. -But it must be exhilarating hand-to-hand. Maybe I'll get my chance, soon?"