Momoko watches the buildings fall, frozen, eyes wide. If that's spreading outwards, towards them, she's not sure how they could possibly outrun it, or how they would know they were safe. And there's a small, treacherous part of her that can't help but think how nice it'd be to be done with this set of Games, to be back in the stifling but much more comfortable Capitol. Can't help but think how even suffocating under rubble sounds more appealing than acid.

She's so close to winning, so much closer than she ever truly believed she'd manage, but she's also just so tired...