The trees make it feel like a gilded cage of anything, but it's is a nice change from the rooftop, Nick thinks. It's still tough to shake off the old habit of darting his eyes around to make sure there aren't any lurkers in the distance. But if there's anything Nick's first arena experience has taught him, it's that there are worse things out there than flesh eating dead things.

That thought brings back the experience of claws digging through his legs and pulling him back as he tries to yell for Luke to run but he could only scream instead before it all went black for him.

He fumbles with the strings then, eyes blinking when he realizes there's another person with him. So much for keeping his eyes forward.

He nearly asks her 'what is?' before remembering just what he was doing while running auto-pilot. "Oh, uh. Thanks," he takes the chance to run a hand down his face, as if to do away with the nightmare. "Kinda fucked up a few times, but it's a nice song."

The girl's face is familiar, though not one he recognizes from the arena.