There it was right in front of her face.

Whatever act she has been throwing at the experienced Tributes the past day was all for naught. Frustration tugs at her mind gently, but she swallows it down. Time to roll with the punches, even the ones that are aimed beyond her gut and hit a little closer to home.

"Guess I made quite the impression." Exhaling deeply as she rubs the back of her neck in a futile gesture, one that reeks of being anxious.

"So what happens to those who have a target on them?"