It had been a conscious, deliberate decision to avoid the cornucopia at all costs, to take the reckless violence as a good opportunity and run. Peggy wasn't foolish. She damn well could have used a blunt instrument to protect herself, but she wasn't about to start this thing injured. They had stripped them of everything before hand, but they couldn't take her sense of self-preservation.

She had been British Intelligence for God's sake, she's had to work with far inferior prospects than this and by and large stranger. The dim lighting was going to wreak havoc on her eyesight but it was good enough to know where she was headed.

Food and a base camp were necessary and every good soldier knows war makes for strange bedfellows. She was going to need an ally. And if any of the strangers she'd been given a chance to study were as well trained as they appeared they would also avoid an immediate blood bath in favour of foraging.