She gives a sort of knowing nod, she's met your kind before or so she thinks. Warrior women, though if there's experience in traps and camouflage perhaps she was more of an assassin? A scout? Hell she could just be a hunter now that Sandy second guessed herself.

She shrugs at the possibility that things are different "Part of the problem with arenas was, each one was different and sometimes even training doesn't help. One time we were put on an island where everything was poisonous. Like...everything. Even the stuff that shouldn't have been. "

She's lucky that she'd discovered that early on in the arena or she would have died in a week.

"Knives, clubs, bows, axes, short swords, bats and like...those little throwing stars and knives." She counted off looking to the weapons table to see if she'd forgotten anything she was particularly good with.

"Oh and bombs, I know how to make bombs."

There used to be a time she would be enthusiastic or even proud of everything she'd learned, but she just sounded emotionally tired.