That sort of empathy is deep and Phil could understand that hesitation, especially when he lived through the Arenas, and much worse, back home and doing nothing to stop the murders. It was distressing enough. They may have just met, but Gray could see a haunted look in his new Tribute's eyes, the sort that never really went away.

"That's a right way to think of it," he encouraged her selfless thought process. "And please keep in mind this: sometimes the odds will not be in your favor. I-In that case, run."

He wasn't going to fault her for it.

"Come on," he stood up, "Let's get you settled into your suite a-and we can discuss training there. I betcha we have a fair bit to talk about."

[ooc: wrap up here?]