She frowns at Carlos' protests. They're so...bizarre. Maybe he would be more likely to actually understand and accept all this, if she were able to actually explain it adequately.

"Sorry...I wasn't clear. You're not in...Night Vale, right? The people here have taken all of us out of our worlds and brought us here. It's called Panem. And the fight to the death is sort of like a reality show. It's for entertainment. And a thinly veiled threat toward rebels. But they bring us back to life after each round." She sighs, narrows her eyes a little. "It's all hard to take."