"I know how to boil water," she mutters, meeting his gaze with a glare she's not quite backing up with true outrage. "And there are other ways to survive besides killing. That's part of the system too." She looks away to glance at the city and the building they've come to a stop in front of, the tribute quarters, then looks back at him. "I've been studying the system," she admits finally. Most of the people with the slightest investment in Momoko had given up on her having any chance of winning with strength or skill pretty quickly, so she kind of had to.

"I know there's more to it than just fighting. They say it's supposed to teach the people out in the rest of the the world a lesson or something, but for everyone here, everyone who matters to us, it's entertainment. A pageant. If you can put on a good enough show, if you make enough of these people love you, you can get away with pretty much anything." She stops, feeling uneasy even though she hasn't given away anything that's not obvious enough if you look for it. It feels wrong to be talking about her strategy even in such broad terms, but if Tony is serious about some kind of alliance, in or out of the arena, she's not sure she can afford to turn it down. Annoyingly chatty as he might be.

A part of her considers the idea that Tony might actually be able to help them out, help the tributes escape. He seems fairly confident that he can accomplish something at least. But that's stupid. Why would would the Capitol bring in a tribute who could do something like that? That wouldn't make any sense.