Calico does hear the movement in the trees above her head, and groaning ever so quietly to herself, she looks up.

Is that a pair of shoes?

Slowly, she bends down and grabs a reaonably sturdy, if dirty, branch from the ground.

"Who is it? Who's there? I'm... I'm armed!"

Her voice squeaks an octave higher than her usual childish voice. She is so not ready for this. So not armed. So not up for killing again.

And how bloody embarrassing would that be to be the first Victor dead - even before the bloody tributes.

It'll make her even more of a laughing stock than she already is.

Determined, she clutches the branch and brings it before her face, as if it were a sword.

"Come on! Come and fight me like a man. Or a tribute!"