She's been a little grateful that her stylist hasn't opted to put her into anything terrible so far. There's been no inappropriately revealing outfits or body modifications or uncomfortable footwear choices. This dress is no different - it's actually kind of one of the prettiest things she's ever worn, the tiny lights gradually changing colours from blue to purple to pink and back again. For a moment, Beth feels a little bit like a girl at the prom or something - not that she's ever been to a prom. The zombie apocalypse sort of took care of that particular opportunity.

It doesn't do a lot to erase the mental scars the latest arena has placed on her - she has more people she cares about in this world now, and a lot more to lose. She's killed people in an arena for the first time. But she'll play a game of beer pong because it's something people play in college and she'll never get to go anyway. Might as well make the best of it.

Also, she has really good aim from consistently fighting things that require headshots to be put down. So Beth stands on her tiptoes and eyes the cups in front of her before tossing the ball in a nice little arc. Plopping it into one of the glasses and doing a little twirl.

"Thank you, thank you," she says with a ghost of a smile and a mock curtsy. "I think that means I get to go again, right?"