"Oh no, no singling out. He's just...like that." She spreads her hands wide and shrugs, "I think some people like it. He's pretty harmless to be honest."

But whatever more she could have said on the subject is swept aside. Not forever, perhaps, but long enough to answer the question. She taps the words gone home and waves her hand in a 'maybe, maybe not' motion.

"And I'm not really sure if that's what actually happens. I just know sometimes people die in the arena and don't come back. They 'go home'," she says, complete with airquotes.