It's tempting to laugh at Nick and Ellis' squabbling, because they're ridiculous, and goddamn, did she miss it. Some temptations are better to go ahead and submit to, and she ends up putting a hand over her mouth and giggling away, shaking her head. "Careful, Nick. The Gamemakers will make a sewer, just for you."

But other than that, she listens to him speak, nodding along and sipping her drink. He was making good sense, like he usually did, when people bothered to listen, and look past his charming personality. Once he was finished, she looked down at the table, fingers running along the grain of the wood.

"If you win, you'll be a mentor, right? That's supposed to have some kind of sway to it. You'll be in a unique position--You're not a Capitolite, so you can still be around us. But you have access to the Capitol on a level we won't be able to." She begins to nod to herself as she speaks, slowly piecing the plan together. She wasn't the strategist in the group, but with the other two helping her, she could begin to see a bigger picture here.

"Alright. Then that's what we'll do. Nick, we're going to get you a shiny new Victor badge, and get treated to a Victory party that's nothing but topless dancers and booze." She laughed, putting her hand down on the table. "God help us all."

Then, she gave a small pause, and slowly turned to Ellis, with a sly grin.

"You know what this calls for? A group hug."