"Ariadne. A Victor, and now Mentor; I won two Arenas ago," she shrugged mildly, flicking her gaze between the pair of them currently there. There were definitely more Tributes now than there were in the past; three or four to every District than the simple one male, one female routine they'd followed before all this. She supposed they were making exceptions for how things worked now.

Funny, though, how quiet they all were.

Her eyes lingered on Clint, her expression alert but unreadable, "I'm supposed to help you out with the Games, but by the looks of things, I'm not sure it'll be necessary."