[ Is she all right? The question startles a laugh out of Annie, though it's not by any means a happy sound. She drags her gaze up from the rope in her hands to look at the boy speaking to her, bewildered and not even trying to hide her suspicion. Why is he being so kind? What's his motive?
(It's an arena, of course it is. Everybody has ulterior motives in the arena.) ]
Fine. I'm fine. [ But it's a little late to be feigning strength, if someone's already seen her without the mask of a Career-trained victor. She shrugs one shoulder, looking past him to the assorted others milling around the lobby. ]
no subject
(It's an arena, of course it is. Everybody has ulterior motives in the arena.) ]
Fine. I'm fine. [ But it's a little late to be feigning strength, if someone's already seen her without the mask of a Career-trained victor. She shrugs one shoulder, looking past him to the assorted others milling around the lobby. ]
As fine as anybody else in here is, anyway.