Venus seems equally calm, although hers clearly comes from that aura of confidence she exudes. She didn't walk away from the Cornucopia uninjured, but she isn't shaken by that; she's completely at peace with the idea of her own death, and with the killing she had to do to get the crowbar she now carries. She swings it at her side, clacking it against the wall at times to shoo pigeons and rats away from her.

She's done the Arena so many times before that she's honestly forgotten to keep track. She stops when she sees someone down the hall from her in the glum, flickering light.

"New kid?"

She tightens her grip on her crowbar.