Sigma nods, only half-listening as he watches the almost hypnotic movements of her hands, until the question sinks in. He has to force himself to look away from the pan before he can start to articulate his answer. "A-Ah," he stutters, surprised to have even been asked. He had become rather used to butting heads with his mentors, and in all of the time he had been in the Tribute Tower, very few of them seemed to care what his strategy was. Clara, he decided, was an especially good person for making the effort.

Still, Sigma knew how Clara 'won' her Arena, and as a victor of a different kind of Games, himself, he wasn't certain what sort of advice she would have for him. He saves them both the trouble: "To be honest with you, I just want to survive," he admits. "I... am planning on petitioning out after this one is over, you see. I am getting too old for a young man's game," he chuckles quietly.