"Far worse," she agrees with a snort. Is that a hint of bitterness in his tone? She can't exactly blame him, if so. He got pretty damn far in his first Arena, and for nothing, in the end. Maybe it's generosity, on her part, meeting him again like this. But it'd be a lie if she said this was a pity fuck. This is just as much for her as it is for him.

And hell, if she can't throw a sexy dude a bone once in awhile, what good is her burgeoning sexuality?

She leans forward a little bit, showing a little more interest as he frames his question, and she has to admit, he's clever. She knows exactly what the real question is, and her fingers twitch toward the black leather purse sitting in front of her on the bar. "A bit," she admits. "I just need to remind myself to disconnect every now and then. Cut loose." Turn off her fucking phone. She's not letting some idiotic bitch fight in Five ruin her luck this time.