Inside, she relaxes a little bit at being able to get that reaction from Daniel. And it makes her sad, honestly. He seems like a decent sort, because the ones who act as if they're entirely in control of the situation have, in the last few arenas at least, been the ones to completely flip their lids and go on stabbing sprees. In her experience that tends to be the case - the ones like her, the ones who constantly need to keep their fingers on the pulse of a conversation and make sure they're acting unflappable, are the ones for whom the flaps are fits of psychotic rage.

A smirk crosses her face. "I'm just being honest. When you're here, you need candor, not someone to coddle your ego. You'll have to get out of the mindset of that luxury."

She nods. "Let me know if there's any way I can help, by the way. Now's the time to ask, before they put you in there. You can try to talk to people outside the Arena in there, you know, rail at the sky and all that, but the editors take it out if it isn't entertaining enough. And keep your eyes out for gifts. We can buy and send a few if you make puppy dog eyes enough."

She's really on a dog-idiom kick.