Sigma is well aware that ten men will not be enough to have the Arena up and running promptly. This was not necessarily a bad thing, but, courtesy of the baseline paranoia that kept him alive, he wonders if the men behind the microphone expect him to argue. He weighs his allegiances before answering. "I appreciate your cooperation." His inflection is not as appreciative as it was without being argumentative. "We will have staff ready to begin repairs at the arranged time. Ensure that your men do not anticipate a hasty resolution. I am having the information for the Arena and locations for rendezvous sent to you as we speak."

He watches the data from his console copy and disappear into cyberspace long enough to ponder something. "...As an aside, gentlemen... I am sure I speak for the entire Gamemaking staff when I say would rather see as many Tributes as possible alive and on camera when we are ready to broadcast." Though the practice had lost popularity after Plutarch's rise as Head Gamemaker, after the disasters that were Temple Drake et al it was the Gamemakers' responsibility to choose their favourites for victory and... facilitate them. The last thing they needed was another cannibal or everyday coward with a crown on their head. Thus, they had a roster of people they very much wanted alive and well. But accidents happened. He did not expect everyone to survive the blackout. "However, the safety of our combined team is priority one. If your Peacekeepers must defend themselves and others, all I ask is that there be no bullet holes left to find when the lights come on. Do you suppose we can agree on that?" That arrangement would make damage control a lot easier for all of them.