She hasn't heard too much about the last Arena, other than that it was in a mall. No one had bothered to tell Nill that they apparently sometimes brought people in midway through the whole ordeal and left them stranded like that, without any real information. It seems cruel.

Instead of writing anything this time, she smiles again, before turning to disappear into the crowd. She comes back a few minutes later with a plate of mostly bite-sized items, most of which are finger food. There are some tiny sandwiches, a piece or two of candy, a couple pieces of different kinds of fruit, and a few things that strongly resemble chicken nuggets. Nill holds the plate up so he can get a look look at it, and tilts her head slightly, a question. Are these okay?