"That's terrible." Natasha comments around a bite of good Southern cooking. "Younger than her, the fact she has to go into the Arena in the first place, and then you having to endure that."

Shaking her head. "Terrible, absolutely terrible. She's on her way over, isn't she?"

Recalling that, she shovels another mouthful in and once swallowed, "Mind if I take this to go? I don't think I can stomach knowing a poor child will have to go in."