Her smile is utterly smug and wicked at the same time, pleased with the compliment from Finnick (even if he only meant it as a statement as to how dangerous she can be). "I could go and get it, but they're blunt force items. If you want something that won't hurt as much as an axe digging into your arm, I'm going to have to find something a little more surgical." Not that she'd mind it, of course. After all, sometimes you need something precise and devastating.

"We'd planned to, remember?" It seems so far away now, the arena. "I was ready to give Snow a bloodbath to go along with that awful scent that follows him around."