That sick feeling in her stomach twists and grips her harder than before. Thinking of a tainted water supply, a maze-like arena, and no knowledge of where the other victors are makes her feel wildly out of control, like she's spinning without a way to stop. "We need weapons," she gets out beyond her ground teeth. She'll wear them down quickly at the rate she's going, but they were promised their weapons, were guaranteed help in the arena. "Fine," she belatedly replies, though it's with a huff. "Room to room."

She keeps to the wall as she sets out for one of the paths that winds off, gripping her fingers tight into her palm. Fists and fury might not go very far, but it'll do for the time being.