He smiles at her, and though it's a little sad, acknowledging that they'll be trying to kill each other in an arena again soon enough, it's a sincere one.

"Well, good luck. Or -- what is it they say here? May the odds be in your favor."

A beat.

"Let me know if you're ever willing to let me look over your prosthetics," he adds. Carlos will let her come to him about that.